Mia forced herself to relax against the window, feeling the heat of Adrian’s presence behind her. His hands caged her in, his breath warm against her ear. Every instinct screamed at her to fight, to push him away—but she couldn’t. Not yet.
She turned slightly, meeting his dark gaze. “I left because I was afraid,” she murmured, her voice soft but controlled.
Adrian tilted his head, intrigued. “Afraid of what?”
Mia swallowed. “Of you.”
His lips curved into a smirk, as if he took pleasure in her fear. “And now?”
She hesitated, just long enough for him to believe she was conflicted. Then, she whispered, “Now, I don’t know anymore.”
Adrian studied her, searching for a lie. But she had spent years learning how to survive him. She knew exactly how to make him believe what he wanted to see.
