Adrian's POV
The penthouse door clicked shut behind us. Security swept through—quick footsteps, closet doors opening, balcony cleared. Elena carried Leo straight to the guest room, her steps careful, like the floor might c***k beneath her. Mia followed, scanning every corner with the same sharp eyes she'd learned in a life I didn't ask about.
Leo stirred as Elena laid him down, his small hand fisting the blanket. "Mommy... ducks?"
"Tomorrow, baby." She sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders curved forward, fingers brushing his hair in a rhythm that looked like prayer.
I stayed in the doorway, fists balled in my pockets. Every instinct said cross the room, hold them both, never let go. But I'd already failed them once. Rushing in now wouldn't fix that.
The city glittered below, but toni
