Chapter 113
Romeo's POV
The moment Katya walked out, the door clicking shut behind her, the room felt… different. Quieter, yes. But also strangely colder.
Ridiculous. Why would it matter whether that tiny menace was standing in front of me or not?
I leaned back in my chair, adjusting my leg the slightest bit to ease the persistent burn near my thigh.
The doctor said the nerves would take time. Said I needed rest. Said I should avoid stress.
Which was hilarious. There has been nothing restful since this week, especially not with her around.
Katya was— Ugh.
I rubbed my forehead with two fingers.
The girl was infuriating and impossible.
I caught myself analyzing her. Noticing the little things, the way she tilted her head when she walked, the subtle flinch whenever I scowled despite her false display in trying to act tough.
The way her hands always trembled slightly when she handed me medicine or a glass of water.
