Violet felt dread like never before. God knows what Roman was thinking, but she didn't like the look in his eyes, not one bit.
"Roman." She took a step toward him, but two women suddenly approached her with clothes in their hands.
"No, wait—" she tried to tell them, but they weren't listening. They were already fussing over her, forcing the fabric onto her body. Violet had no choice but to comply, even as she caught Roman turning away in her peripheral vision.
She barely let them finish tugging her pants on before she took off in a sprint. "Roman, wait!"
But Roman wasn't listening.
He was storming away, each step hard and fast, his shoulders stiff, and his energy radiating such coldness she felt it pierce her chest. It was like he couldn't even bear to be near her right now.
Left with no choice, Violet pushed harder, running until she overtook him, and cut him off.
"I said, wait!" she gasped, bending over, and catching her breath after the short but desperate chase.
