Eye for Adrian

Eyes for Adrian Part Two Chapter Seven – The Garden Again

Days passed in uneasy quiet. Adrian’s schedule kept him away from the estate more often, leaving me alone with my thoughts and with the memory of Daniel’s urgent warning.

It was on the fourth evening that I found myself drawn back to the garden. The moon hung low, its light silvering the stone paths. I told myself I was just walking to clear my head.

But he was there.

Daniel stepped out from behind a hedge, his expression a mixture of relief and caution. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.

“You came to me,” I shot back. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop believing that Adrian is your protector.” His voice was urgent, his eyes scanning the shadows. “He isn’t blind in the way you think. He sees more than anyone and he’s dangerous.”

My laugh was sharp, bitter. “You think I don’t know that?”

Daniel’s gaze softened. “Then why stay?”

The answer tangled on my tongue. Fear. Obligation. The twisted, unspoken pull I felt toward Adrian that I couldn’t name without hating myself.

Before I could speak, the faint tap of a cane on stone reached my ears.

Daniel’s eyes widened. “He’s coming. Ever”

I turned, but Adrian’s silhouette was already at the garden’s entrance, the moonlight casting him in stark relief. His head was angled toward us, as if he could see exactly where we stood.

“Go,” Daniel urged under his breath. “Now.”

I didn’t move fast enough.