The air outside on the corridor felt heavier than I remembered it. It always did when Chase was there, arms folded across his chest like a wall I was meant to break myself against. Delilah perched beside him, her manicured fingers wound tight in his sleeve as if she was trying to hold him down, or hold him together or to stake her claim which was funny.

But it was Roman standing by the door who made the entire place tilt. He looked too tall for the space, too steady, like he belonged here more ...