The penthouse apartment Adrian shared with Jace was a sprawling monument to Alexander’s wealth. It featured floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, stark minimalist furniture, and a massive flat-screen television currently playing footage of their last basketball game.
Adrian sat on the edge of the leather sofa, his elbows resting on his knees. He held a gaming controller in his hands, but the console wasn't even turned on. He was staring blindly at the television screen, watching his own digital avatar run the court, but his mind was miles away.
“I don't trust men who are used to the world parting for them.”
Mara’s words echoed in the quiet, sterile room. They repeated in an endless loop, growing louder and more damning with every passing minute. She had seen right throu
