Aurelia's POV
My cheeks were still burning with embarrassment and anger as I stormed through the penthouse suite. The elevator ride back from the hospital had been excruciating—Zane walking behind me like a chastened puppy, neither of us speaking about what had happened.
The memory of commanding him to kneel sent conflicting emotions through me. Power, satisfaction, and a disturbing thrill that I didn't want to examine too closely.
"Aurelia?" Leon's voice stopped me as I headed toward my room. "How was your visit with Adrian?"
I couldn't meet his eyes. Between Adrian's confession and Zane's forceful kiss, my emotions were a chaotic mess.
"Fine," I said curtly, not slowing down. "He's recovering well."
"Are you alright? You seem—"
"I'm fine," I interrupted, practically fleeing down t
