"Open the door!" Vance's voice came through the wood, muffled but insistent, followed by another sharp knock that rattled the handle.
Roman and Estelle exchanged a look.
"What the hell does he want?" Roman muttered, his jaw tightening as his gaze fixed on the door.
"Could he have—?" Estelle started, her thoughts tripping over themselves, but she didn't get the chance to finish because Roman was already moving. Not walking, charging to the door.
"Wait," she called, pushing at the wheels, following him across the room. "Where are you going? Don't we need to talk about this?"
"I'll handle it." His voice cut through the space, leaving no room for argument. "You just stay back." The command in his voice stopped her.
Estelle was still, her fingers tightening slightly on the armrests as she watched him. Her mind raced, unease settling deep in her chest. What is he doing?
