Meanwhile, Roman headed straight for his bedroom. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the quiet hum of the hallway. He didn't pause.
Crossing the room in a few quick strides, he dropped into the chair by his desk and tapped his keyboard awake. The screen flickered to life, pale light washing over his face.
He opened a search tab and typed quickly. Noah. His fingers hovered.
A second later, the results loaded, and his jaw tightened. Page after page. Faces, profiles, articles. Too many.
"Of course there are a thousand Noahs," he muttered. "Why wouldn't there be?" The cursor blinked at him from the search bar, almost taunting.
Roman exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his jaw as his mind worked. Then his gaze sharpened. "There's only one way," he murmured, leaning forward again, his eyes narrowing at the screen. "I need that logo."
