I almost didn’t hear the knock on my door, just a faint sound.
I was still at my desk under the lamp at 2:00 in the morning, working through a trail of evidence. It was completely dark outside the estate grounds.
I continued working on the evidence I had revamped from the previous night. Tightening the connections and double-checking the dates. This kind of job requires adequate attention, so I had stopped being distracted by anything outside the computer screen.
Then a gentle knock on my door.
I opened it.
Adrian was standing in the hallway barefoot. He wore a dark-grey shirt, with an expression that showed he had been awake for hours and had run out of reasons to stay in his room. His hair was slightly messy. He glanced once at the lamp behind me, then at my face.
He didn’t ask to
