Mia sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her phone resting on her knee. Her thumb hovered over Adrian’s contact, the screen blurring beneath her trembling fingers.
It had been hours since Laurent left — since the threat of Viktor's control sank its claws deeper into her life. The weight of it settled heavily on her chest.
Liam sat in the corner of the room, his head tilted back against the chair. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Even in exhaustion, he radiated a quiet strength. His eyes were closed, but Mia knew he wasn’t asleep. His breathing was too controlled, too sharp.
Her chest tightened.
She pressed the call button.
It rang twice before Adrian’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Finally thought about me, huh?”
Mia’s heart stumble
