Amara's POV :
"What is it?" Roman asked and his hand tightened on my waist.
I held up the phone with shaking hands and he took it from me.
His whole body went still when he saw the photo and his jaw clenched.
"When?" he asked.
"Just now."
He stared at the screen for another second and then his phone rang. He answered without looking away from me.
"What?"
I watched his face while he listened and my stomach dropped.
"How bad?" A pause. "When did it happen?"
His jaw got tighter.
"Handle it. I'll call you later." He hung up and looked at me. "Your apartment's been broken into."
The room tilted and I grabbed his arm to steady myself.
"What?"
"William's people are there now. They ransacked it."
"I need to go—"
"No." His voice was firm. "We're leaving and you're coming with me."
"Roman—"
"This isn't a discussion."
