Chapter Thirty Two
(Adrian’s POV)
The front door slammed behind Nia.
For a moment, I could only stare after her.
The room tilted slightly. Not enough to send me down, but enough to make me grip the edge of the sofa. The whiskey glass felt too heavy in my hand, and the burn in my throat did not match how little I had drunk.
Something was wrong.
Sienna stood beside me, breathing fast, her fingers still curled like she expected to grab my arm again.
I looked at the empty doorway.
Nia had been crying.
She had said she would never forgive me.
I needed to follow her. I needed to explain whatever this was, whatever she thought she saw, but my legs felt slow and my head felt packed with fog.
My gaze shifted to Sienna.
She went still.
“What?” she whispered.
My voice came out colder th
