She stumbled down the hallway, trying to catch herself on the accent table. Instead, the decorative vase fell toward the floor. If not for the swift movements of the man that now stood beside her, it would have shattered.
“Careful…” he whispered. “You wouldn’t want to break anything I might have to punish you for.”
Alice growled and pulled herself away from his reach.
“What’s the matter, Alice?” Roman smiled. “Didn’t we used to be friends?”
“I was never friends with you,” she replied with disgust.
“You wouldn’t remember even if you were,” he grinned.
The ache in her head was getting stronger, and the dizziness was almost too much. She needed to get away from him and to her room.
“What do you want, Roman?” Alice asked, crossing her arms.
He looked down at her and smirked.
“Fine, straight to business,” he said. “I’ve heard you’re good at getting answers people aren’t normally willing to give.”
“I’m good at many things,” Alice said with an irritated smile.
