CHAPTER 93
Katya's POV
I didn't even remember leaving the room.
One second I was standing over Romeo's bed, hands shaking with guilt and horror — and the next, I was stumbling down the hallway like someone trying to outrun her own skin.
My chest felt too tight. My breaths came too fast, too shallow. I clutched at the wall as I half-walked, half-fell toward the elevator.
I needed to get away. From the machines. From the smell of antiseptic. From the unbearable thought that I almost—
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. I stepped inside, pressing the button to the top floor with trembling fingers.
My room. I just needed my room. Four walls, a door, and silence — enough space to fall apart where no one could see me.
The doors began to glide shut but then, a manicured hand shot between them.
They parted again with a hiss, and in stepped a woman wrapped in the kind of expensive elegance that made the air feel colder.
Red hair. Glaring green eyes.
Adelasia.
