Mia couldn’t stop staring at him.
Adrian stood by the doorway, tall and unnervingly calm. His presence filled the entire room, though he didn’t move an inch. His face was blank, cold as ice, and his eyes—locked onto hers—burned with something she couldn't quite name. Anger? Betrayal? Disappointment?
No. This wasn’t the playful, sarcastic Adrian she knew.
Her breath caught in her throat. How the hell did he even get here? How did he know where she was? Did he follow her all the way? Or worse... did he know the man standing beside her? Were they somehow connected?
Before she could make sense of it all, Adrian finally spoke.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, voice low, dangerously calm.
The sound sent a shiver down her spine. His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of
