No Way Home

POV: Roman

I stepped toward her, the cheap carpet catching the sole of my leather boot. "What are you still doing here? I thought you left for Chicago."

"Clearly, I lied." Sienna shot back immediately. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, forming a rigid barrier between us. Her jaw tightened, the delicate muscles ticking as she stubbornly held her ground near the closed wooden door.