Chapter 221: The Wrong Trunk
Reese
Roman rarely looks afraid. He’s the one who laughs at danger, who smirks in the face of chaos, who doesn’t flinch when The General raises hell. But right now, the way he’s staring at me like he’s waiting to hear the verdict that might shatter the floor beneath him… yeah.
He’s scared. But not of our father. He's scared because he suspects I murdered Serena. Or had something to do with her death.
“Reese,” he says, voice low, tight. “What do you mean by that?”
I swallow, my throat already burning. “I knew her,” I whisper. “I met Serena Matthews. But I didn’t know what she was. Not until she died.”
Roman leaned forward, impatient. “Where? How? When did you—just talk, dammit!”
“I am talking!” I snap, louder than I intended. “I’m saying something, aren’t I?!”
“Well get on with it then!”
“For fuck’s sake!” I drag both hands through my hair, pacing. “You’re driving me fucking nuts, Roman!”
He shuts up, but his eyes don’t leave me. Paula sits still—too still. Her hands folded tightly in h

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