The next morning arrived with a gentler rhythm than the last, a subtle lightness in the air that seemed to calm the tension that had hung around the house like a thick cloud. It was lighter for everyone, except for Roman.
Even as the morning sun filtered through the large windows of the mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble floor, his heart remained weighted with uncertainty.
He had agreed to the arrangement, agreed to take Tessy to Werewolf City, simply because he knew how much it would help her. There was no denying the importance it held.
But despite that, he couldn't shake the mixed feelings bubbling in his chest. Taking her there wasn't a simple thing. It wasn't just a trip. It was a statement. A step into a world that he had left behind for so long, a world that caused him great pain. A world that held too many dark memories.
Even if Tessy didn't see the full depth of what it meant, Roman did. Every beat of his heart echoed with the weight of that knowledge.
