BOOK 3: Chapter 46: Inches from Ruin
Adrian exhales slowly the moment Amanda is safely tucked inside the wardrobe. He presses the panel shut with practiced care until it clicks into place, sealing her in the hidden compartment behind the mirrored doors. Then he freezes—ears straining—as the relentless knocking resumes on the door, harder this time. Each thud vibrates through the room like a warning drumbeat.
“Adrian,” Gregory calls out again, voice gruff, increasingly impatient. “Adrian!”
Adrian chuckles under his breath, trying to mask the tight panic coiling in his chest. He rubs his hands over his face, composes himself quickly, and moves toward the bed. The bag Amanda had packed—damning evidence of everything—catches his eye. Without hesitation, he scoops it up and shoves it beneath
