Surprisingly, my brothers release Roman right away.
Roman leans against me, trying to hold himself upright so as not to appear weak in front of my family. We stagger toward a leather armchair, and he slowly lowers himself onto it. The swelling and bruises have worsened in the last few minutes. His right eye is almost fused shut and a rainbow of streaks color his chin.
As I turn to face my family, my gaze lands on my mother, who I hadn’t realized was standing behind me. Grace is there as well, her blue eyes wide as saucers.
“You don’t have to do this,” Roman mumbles.
I slip my hand into his and rub his knuckles with my thumb. “Yes, I do.”
My parents, my brothers, and Grace are all on one side of the room while Roman and I occupy the other. I’ve never felt so isolated from them. My family has always stood together. That’s what we do. The Valentinis present a united front to anyone who tries to harm us.
And I’m breaking that code by defying them.
Is this man worth it?