(Adrian’s POV).
I walked into the room with a purpose. My focus was Lena—I had questions, and I wanted answers.
The kind you don’t wait politely to get.
I didn’t care if she was still recovering. I needed to know what happened at that damned house with Jena and why Kai looked like he’d lost control.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t being said, and I wasn’t about to let it slide.
But the moment I stepped through the door, I froze.
The atmosphere was thick with something unspoken—tension so sharp I could feel it pricking my skin.
Lena was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes bouncing between Kai and Lucas, who were standing off to the side, stiff as boards.
And then I saw it. That look.
Kai glanced at Lucas the second I stepped in, and Lucas shot him a silen
