The sound of urgent, furious banging shattered the silence of the room.
Mia moved to the door, heart already pounding. The second she unlocked it, her eyes met Adrian's—and she froze.
He looked like a storm in human form. Cold. Burning. Dangerous.
Without a word, she stepped aside.
Sarah instinctively rose from her seat beside Lucia, who was curled up on the dorm bed, wrapped tightly in a blanket, still trembling.
Adrian’s gaze landed on her—and something inside him snapped.
Her top was torn at the collar. A fresh bruise bloomed on her arm. Her lips were pale. Her eyes distant.
She looked small. Broken.
Because of him.
His fists clenched at his sides.
Mia’s voice was low and grim. “Some bastards cornered her.”
Sarah's voice cracked as she added, “She barely made it back.”
Adria
