Chapter 40
Adrian
By the time I finished reviewing the last document, the building had gone completely silent.
I checked the time.
Past eleven.
Too late.
The city lights shimmered faintly beyond the tall glass windows of my office
I stood from my desk and walked quietly toward the small adjoining room.
She was still asleep, curled slightly on her side, my robe swallowing her smaller frame. Her hair spilled across the pillow, one strand resting over her cheek.
She seemed careless, unaware, peaceful, watching her like this did something to me.
I stepped closer, careful not to let my footsteps echo.
She shifted slightly but didn’t wake.
Good.
I didn’t want to wake her.
Going home now would only cause unnecessary tension. She would worry — about the staff, about whispers, about e
