She imagined their future. All the things she wanted to do with him. Experience with him. All the things she would never taste now. “Kitt,” she whispered. And she didn’t think he could hear her, but she hoped he could feel the force of such a whisper in his chest. How deep her love was for him. Something small and shiny was falling from the clouds. But Iris didn’t let its descent draw her eyes from Roman. She held his steady gaze, waiting for the bomb to hit the ground between them.
