THERE’S A FIRE BREWING.

Chapter: 30

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Zeke's POV:

The room was quiet after Roman left, but it wasn't peaceful.

Liam let out a dramatic sigh, stretching his arms over his head, his smirk as lazy as ever. "Well, that was fun. Should we take bets on whether he's coming back or not?"

I ignored him. Instead, I leaned back against the pillows, fingers brushing the spot where Roman had been. The warmth was already fading, leaving behind nothing but a cold void.

Liam tilted his head, watching me with that sharp, knowing look of his. "Nothing to say? Not even a brooding 'this was a mistake' speech?"

I turned my head slightly, meeting his gaze. "Why would I regret it?"

His smirk widened. "No reason. Just wondering how long before you get tired of waiting for him."

I didn't reply.