Chapter 180: Good For You, Roman

Reese The moment I walked into the house, the first thing I feared was that I’d find Elizabeth sprawled out on the couch again, glued to those disgusting movies she apparently finds entertaining. But the living room was empty. There was no flickering screen. No soft gasp. No awkward scrambling to hide what she was thought I'd take from her—the fucking remote. Just silence. I exhaled, a slow breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. It's ridiculous, honestly—how my mind keeps drifting to her. The nerdy girl with the big eyes and that stubborn voice. The one who looks like she has no business watching gore, and yet—there she was, burned into my memory. Oh great. Now I'm getting distracted. I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to shake it off and head upstairs, when I heard it. A clatter. The sound of metal hitting tile. A spoon? A fork? A whisk? Something slipping from a hand. Followed by a frustrated, low curse. “Fuck.” I didn’t think—I just moved. Maybe out of curiosity… yes. But a