Dahlia
My phone buzzed against my thigh right as I was pretending to admire a painting I did not care about in the slightest.
Roman's message was short, the kind he only sent when something serious had landed on his end. Adrian knew about the chamber. He confirmed construction weeks ago. Watch him. Don't trust the smile.
Don't trust the smile. As if I needed a memo for that. I'd been side eyeing Adrian's smile since the day he showed up with an army of flowers pretending my house hadn't just been firebombed.
I slid the phone back into my pocket and turned around just as the man himself strolled into the gallery like he owned it, which, fair, he probably did.
"There you are." Adrian's grin was warm and easy, like sunlight if sunlight had an ulterior motive. "I was hoping to find you be
