Emilia’s POV
I ran out as fast as my legs could carry me, almost tripping on the stairs, but I managed to hold myself upright until I got to my office. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned on it, my heart beating faster than a festival drum.
I was alone, but the air felt heavy. My body still trembled, and his touch felt imprinted on my skin, his arms too cold to forget, yet too hot to fade.
“Breathe... breathe, Lia,” I whispered to myself as I leaned further into the door, my hand clutching my chest as if I were about to have a panic attack in the next few seconds.
But then the real question resurfaced: how was I to go back up there for my phone and bag? And with Adrian’s temperament, there was no way he would let it slide. Going meant facing him, and not only that devil but Nathan to
