Chapter 272

But the doorbell kept ringing persistently.

With no choice, Sloane got out of bed to answer it.

Thankfully, it wasn't Roman. It was Declan.

His face was dark, like he hadn't slept all night. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and every inch of him radiated a terrifying hostility.

As frightening as he looked, she'd still have preferred Roman at her door. There was