CHAPTER 232
KATYA POV
The phone felt heavier than it should have.Not because it weighed much because of what it meant.
It vibrated once more in my hand, a soft, insistent pulse against my palm, like a living thing reminding me it hadn't gone away just because I wanted it to.
Michael.My fingers tightened around the edges of the phone, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. Loud. Wrong. I couldn't lift it to my ear.
Romeo's voice echoed in my head instead—Pick it up.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry and burning. My thoughts scattered, colliding into each other without order or mercy.
If I answered… Romeo would hear him.
What if Michael said the wrong thing? What if he laughed, or asked where I was, or said my name too loudly, too warmly?
What if Romeo decided Michael was a problem? The thought hit me so hard my stomach twisted.
I'd seen what kind of man Romeo Salvator was. Not in stories. Not in rumors. In the way he moved.
