He swore under his breath and stepped back. “We’re calling the police.”
“No,” I said quickly, turning to face him.
He frowned, eyes narrowing. “Lucy—”
“If the police get involved, they’ll ask questions… about you.” I kept my voice low. “What if this has something to do with—”
“I don’t want you involved in something that could… damage your position here.”
His brows furrowed. “Lucy, are you hearing yourself? Someone broke into your room and attacked you, and your first concern is me?”
“Yes,” I said firmly, even though my chest tightened. “I won’t let them twist things or drag your name through the mud. I’ll deal with it.”
“That’s not dealing with it; that’s hiding from it,” he snapped, his voice sharper than I’d ever heard it.
I took a shaky breath. “Please, Adrian. Just… drop it for
