Zoya pov

Creeping down the stairs, dressed only in one of Roman’s black tees, I pause near the bottom to eavesdrop. I heard Nik’s voice as I was walking back to my room and came to investigate. I should be back upstairs in my room, hiding in case he decides to conduct a search of the property, but something tells me Roman would shoot him between the eyes before he allowed that. Perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.