“Sofia?” Roman’s gaze drops from mine to the photo in my hand.

I moisten my lips, at a loss for what to say.

“What are you doing?”

“I found a picture of you.”

He closes the distance between us in five long strides. Plucking it from my shaking fingers, he gives the photograph a cursory glance. My heart pounds under my breast, the sound echoing in my ears.

“Where?” he asks in something that resembles a growl.

I ...