"I said put me down! We can't just leave her there!" Patricia protested, glaring hard at Roman as she twisted in his arms, glancing back to see if Zara had come out. Roman ignored her completely, his grip unyielding as he started down the stairs. She froze her struggle, realizing that fighting him there could topple them both.
As furious as she was at him, risking injury wasn't worth it. By the time they reached the ground floor, heads had already turned. Dozens of eyes followed them, and Patricia's cheeks burned under the weight of their stares.
"What a lucky girl!" Someone seated muttered, and the whispers spread. A few smiles were tossed their way, making Patricia's face heat even more. She buried her face into Roman's chest, trying to shield herself from their eyes.
