-Adrian:-
[Damian, where are you?]
The message appeared shortly after Nayla retreated to her room. Before Damian could even type a reply, Adrian’s voice call broke through.
“Where are you? I’m at your place.”
Damian arched an eyebrow, moving toward the kitchen window to light a cigarette. “And you enter my home without permission?” His tone carried a deliberate edge of dry wit.
“This isn’t the time for jokes, Damian.” Adrian’s voice was frayed with agitation. “Where are you?”
“What’s the matter?” Damian countered shortly. “If you’re calling to check if I’m spying on your sister, then yes. I’m near her. And she’s fine.”
“I’m not trying to be possessive, Damian.” Adrian took a sharp, tethered breath. “We need to talk. It’s about Nathan.”
Damian offered a faint, knowing smile. He knew
