Natalie paced the grand bedroom of the mansion, Ethan sleeping in his crib just a few feet away. Her mind was spinning, every thought a tangled mess of fear and guilt.
Adrian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, storm-gray eyes sharp as knives. “You can’t stay like this,” he said, voice low but firm. “You have to focus. Tomorrow, we face whoever sent that note.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Natalie admitted, running her fingers through her hair. “What if it’s a trap? What if they hurt him?”
Adrian stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet protective. “Then I’ll make sure they don’t. No one — and I mean no one — touches Ethan. Or you.”
Her chest tightened. The intensity in his gaze made her heartbeat drum faster. There was fear, yes, but also something else — a magnetic pull, a p
