Chapter 40
Adrian stood by the tall windows of the Carter estate, the moonlight spilling over the floor like liquid silver. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his slacks, his expression unreadable. The events of the past weeks lingered in his mind like stubborn shadows. Every conversation, every encounter with Evelyne replayed in his head, stitched together with growing tension.
He had never thought someone like her would affect him so deeply.
Footsteps echoed down the hall behind him. Adrian didn’t have to turn to know it was Marcus. His cousin’s gait was always steady, confident—annoyingly so.
"You're doing that brooding thing again," Marcus said as he stepped into the room, holding a glass of scotch. "You look like a tortured prince."
Adrian didn’t respond, his eyes fixed
