CHAPTER 227
KATYA POV
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For half a second, my brain refused to process what I was seeing. The space between my closet and the bathroom—solid wall, familiar wall—moved.
A door that had never existed until now. It slid aside without a sound, so smooth , revealing a shirtless and unmasked Romeo.
The world narrowed to a sharp ringing in my ears, the phone slipping slightly in my grip as my fingers went numb.
"Mr Salvator?!" The words tore out of me, too loud. Michael's voice was still faintly audible from the phone, confused and distant. "Katya? What's going on?"
I barely heard him.
My gaze was locked on Romeo, frozen somewhere between panic and disbelief. My eyes dragged themselves over the hard lines of his chest before snapping back up to his face, heat rushing to my cheeks at the realization.
I looked away immediately. "What—" My voice shook. I hated that it did. "What are you doing in my room?"
Click.
