(Lucy’s POV)
The coffee shop was half-empty when I stepped inside, the late-night moonlight pooling across the floor in long, silver stripes. The bell above the door jingled softly, but even that small sound made my heart race. I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or the nausea that hadn’t quite left me since morning.
Then I saw him.
Adrian Wolfe sat near the window, his tall frame folded into the corner booth. He was dressed in his usual black, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee untouched before him. His gaze flicked up the moment I entered, those storm-grey eyes locking onto me as if I were something he’d been waiting to see all his life.
And for a brief, fleeting second, it almost felt good, being seen by him again. But the ache that followed was sharper.
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