The silence between them shattered the moment Damian’s voice brushed the night air.
“Say it again, Adriana.”
Her breath caught in her throat. His figure loomed at the window, his shirt damp with sweat from the climb, his hair disheveled, his chest rising with sharp breaths. He looked wild, dangerous, and yet to her—he was salvation.
She pressed a trembling hand to her lips. “Damian, you can’t be here. Luca—he’s watching me, Isabella too. If they find you—”
“Let them,” he growled, swinging himself into the room with fluid grace. He closed the distance between them in three strides, the scent of smoke and steel clinging to him. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing against the tear that hadn’t yet fallen. “I heard you. I heard the truth. You love me.”
Her knees weakened. “I shouldn’
