Roman stared at her like she'd just said something absurd. "You've lost your mind," he said, a short, disbelieving laugh escaping him. "Did you even hear what I just said?"
He took a step closer as if he wanted to check for her sanity. "He will destroy me, and whatever is left of you, before we even come up with a plan." His chest rose and fell as he spoke. "Why do you think I've resigned to just surviving under him for the last twenty-five years?"
Estelle didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying him quietly. "Roman," she said, almost gently, "this is exactly why you have a lot to learn from figure skating."
A faint crease appeared between his brows. "What does that even mean?" he asked, his ego surfacing.
