I didn't scream. That surprised me. Standing in the red emergency glow, staring at the photograph of myself taken inside Adrian's property, I expected panic. Instead, I felt something colder. Calculation. Footsteps thundered down the corridor seconds later. "Serena!" Adrian's voice. He reached me first. Dante right behind him, gun already drawn. "What happened?" Adrian demanded. I handed him the envelope. His face changed as he read the note. Not rage. Not fear. Something far worse. Precision. "Lock the estate down," he told Dante. "It's already sealed." "Then find me the blind spot." Dante nodded and disappeared. Adrian turned to me. His eyes scanned my face, my body, like he was checking for damage. "Did he touch you?" "No." "Did you see him?" "No." His jaw tighte

