CHAPTER 234
KATYA POV
I barely recognized the girl in the mirror.
She stood too still, shoulders drawn in, eyes dull in a way sleep couldn't fix. The soft light in my bedroom washed over pale skin and dark circles, catching on the faint tension in my jaw like it was something solid.
I leaned closer, bracing my hands against the edge of the vanity. I hadn't slept. Not really.
Every time I closed my eyes, the night replayed itself in fragments—Romeo's voice, calm and unreadable.
The weight of his attention. The way the air in the room had shifted the moment my phone rang. Michael's name lighting up the screen.
I swallowed, my reflection doing the same a half-second later. I kept thinking about what I'd done wrong.
About what I hadn't said. About the thousand ways silence could be twisted into guilt in a house like this.
Turning away from the mirror, I tried to drag my fingers through my hair before remembering I had bandages on.
