Lucille

Roman dropped my hand as he took a step back. “You saw her—Inessa. Where?”

“I think I saw her,” I corrected. “I’ve never officially met her—not in person, but I believe it was her.”

“Where? Was it at the speech?” His jaw clenched. “Do you believe the Volkovs were in Forthwith watching you? Did you see the prince? What…?”

I closed my eyes as his questions continued, his volume rising, and ...