Adrian’s POV
The clinic glows under the harsh security lights at 10 p.m., a fortress of glass and steel fortified against the night’s threats. The hum of reinforced locks and the murmur of my security team fill the air, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of the day—Serena’s trembling voice as she faced Emily’s twins, the warmth of her hand in mine, the unspoken promise of our bond. I stand by the reception desk, my shirt sleeves rolled up, a tactical vest strapped on, my mind racing with the intel Marcus provided: Lila’s been sighted near the warehouse, her mercenaries regrouping for a retaliatory strike. The twins’ willingness to support Serena, coupled with Clara’s hint about Victor’s anger, has shifted the battlefield, but the danger feels imminent, a weight pressing on my chest.
