Roman

“Roman...” Samara says as we walk away from Sloane’s room.

I put a finger to my lips to quiet her. When we get to our room, I lead her in and close the door.

“What if Scarlet pressured her to change her room around. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t have it the way she wants,” Samara says, worry evident on her face and in her voice.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “I think maybe we’re the ones who pressured her into keeping her room the same. ...