Mila
Mila didn’t mean to go looking for Adrian.
She told herself she was just restless. That the walls of her apartment felt too close. That the silence after the street incident had pressed too heavily on her chest.
But when she found herself standing outside Blackspire Tower an hour later, she knew she was lying.
The building rose into the night like a blade.
Cold.
Untouchable.
She hesitated at the entrance.
This was his world.
She had spent weeks telling him not to drag her into it.
Yet here she was.
The guards recognized her instantly.
One of them lifted a hand to his earpiece.
“Miss Mila is here.”
There was a pause.
Then:
“Send her up.”
The elevator ride was quiet.
Too quiet.
Mila watched the numbers climb, her reflection staring back at her from the mirrored walls.
