"It is not…" Roman began, ignoring her warning and taking a step closer.
"Can you have Kay take me home?" Patricia cut in sharply, her voice trembling despite her effort to sound firm. "I am exhausted. I need to rest."
Her words silenced him instantly.
"…Okay," he said quietly.
The ease of his agreement stunned her. She had expected resistance, an argument, maybe even anger. But instead, he surrendered without a fight. She didn't let her surprise show. Turning away from him, she headed for the parking lot, her steps quick, her body stiff as though holding herself together with sheer will.
Kay looked up when she approached. His brows furrowed in confusion. Why was she leaving so soon? The party still had hours to go. Before he could ask, Patricia slipped into the passenger seat beside the driver's seat instead of the back, her silence heavier than words.
"Miss Patricia…" Kay started, concerned.
"Leave her." Roman's voice cut like steel from behind.
