Lucia’s eyes flicked between Adrian and the empty nightstand where her phone should have been.
“I just…” She trailed off, not wanting to admit the rising panic curling in her chest. “I need to talk to my friends.”
Adrian nodded once. “They’re on their way.”
She blinked. “They’re what?”
“I sent Ethan to pick them up an hour ago,” he said, settling into the sleek armchair across from her. “Mia insisted. Sarah was worried about you ”
“You… let them in?” Her brows drew together in disbelief.
“They were threatened to tear down my gates.”
Lucia let out a soft, involuntary laugh. “Sounds about right.”
Adrian watched her carefully. “You looked better this morning,” he said, voice steady. “But if you feel anything—dizzy, weak, anything at all—you need to tell me.”
Lucia nodded slowly. Ther
