Amara’s POV
The platinum watch felt like a shackle. I stared at it as the Rolls-Royce glided through the city streets. Adrian’s world was one of cold surfaces and hidden depths, and I was starting to realize that the "protection" he offered was really just a way to keep his secrets under lock and key.
When I arrived back at the mansion, the atmosphere had shifted. The air was thick with a tension that hadn't been there a few hours ago. Thorne was on his phone before the car even came to a complete stop, his face a mask of professional panic.
"Mrs. Wolfe, please go straight to your room," Thorne said, his voice clipped.
"What happened? Is it my father?" My heart leaped into my throat.
"No, Madam. Just... stay away from the television and the internet for the next hour."
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