ADRIAN
Somehow, my gaze narrowed to the door. I almost let out a gasp as I noticed a shadow move behind Xavier. It was still, eerily quiet. Whoever it was clearly didn’t want to be seen, and they were coming for Xavier. But who could it be?
As I sniffed the air, the scent hit me immediately. Reynold. A smirk almost tugged at my lips as I saw him clearly now, a black revolver in his hands.
Right, why hadn’t I predicted this? Reynold was like glue—more than my beta or personal assistant, he was practically a part of me. Always there when something was off, helping in his own way. He was more attuned to me than my own mother, always sensing when things were awry.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned my attention to Violet. Puffy-eyed and red-faced, with dried tear tracks on her cheeks, X
