The sound of the lock clicking still echoed in my bones.
Daniel stood at the end of the hallway, the faint light from the bedroom lamp cutting across his face. His eyes glinted like steel, his smile a weapon.
“Going somewhere?” he repeated softly, his voice sliding like ice across my skin.
Adrian stepped in front of me instantly, his body tense, his fists curled. “Move, Daniel.”
Daniel tilted his head, almost amused. “And why would I do that? So you can steal my wife away in the dead of night?”
“She’s not yours to keep.” Adrian’s voice was low, steady. “She’s not a possession.”
Something flickered in Daniel’s eyes, a dangerous spark beneath the calm. “And yet she chose me. She stood in a church, in front of God, and chose me. Not you.”
My breath caught. The weight of that truth—marr
