Lena
He wasn't afraid for himself.
He was afraid for me.
That made my entire body go cold.
I looked at Adrian.
He was already staring toward the staircase.
His expression had changed.
Not angry.
Alert.
Almost dangerous.
The relaxed tension that had been in his shoulders vanished. His entire body seemed to sharpen, as if he were preparing for something he had been expecting but desperately hoped would never happen.
“Who is that?” I whispered.
Adrian didn't answer.
His gaze remained fixed on the stairs.
“Adrian?”
“Stay here.”
I frowned.
“You just told me not to let anyone take my blood, and now you're telling me to stay here while some stranger is asking where I am?”
“Yes.”
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
“It doesn't have to.”
He started toward the stairs.
I grabbed h
