Chapter 7: Unraveling Threads
Adrian's POV
The name Carter landed like a rock in still water—ripples spreading where I didn't want them.
Elena's face went pale, the color draining so fast I could almost watch it happen. She took a half-step back toward Mia, her hand brushing the edge of the coffee table like she needed something solid to anchor herself.
I moved before thinking, positioning myself between them and the door. "How the hell did he get past security downstairs?"
Mia was already checking her phone again, fingers flying across the screen. "He's not coming up. Front desk says he's been asking questions about you for the past hour. Persistent. Mentioned Elena's name."
Elena's eyes met mine. Fear there, raw and unguarded. But something harder underneath it too—the same stubbor
