Chapter 38 — Beneath the Mask
The silence between Sophie and Adrian was no longer just awkward—it was volatile, like a storm looming on the edge of eruption.
They had returned to Adrian’s penthouse after the rooftop chaos. The sniper’s bullet had missed, but its message had landed. Sophie hadn’t said a word on the drive back. Adrian’s hands trembled on the steering wheel, though he tried to hide it. His eyes darted toward the rearview mirror, scanning for shadows that weren’t there.
Inside, the moment the door closed behind them, Sophie turned sharply to face him.
“Tell me the truth,” she demanded. “Everything. No more half-explanations. No more riddles. I want the full truth, Adrian.”
He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, exhaling sharply. “It’s not that simple.”
“No,” she shot
