Chapter Ten – The Devil You Know
Alexander’s hand closed around mine.
Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make it clear there would be no argument.
“Liana,” he said again, quieter this time, like he was trying to calm something wild inside both of us. “We’re leaving.”
But Adrian wasn’t done.
“Run along, little dove,” he murmured from behind me. “Run back to the man who decides when you breathe.”
My spine went rigid. I half-turned, ready to throw the words back at him, but Alexander’s grip tightened ever so slightly.
“Don’t,” he said under his breath.
It wasn’t a warning for me—it was a warning for himself.
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The elevator ride down was silent, but it wasn’t peace.
It was tension wound so tight it hummed in my bones.
When we stepped into the black sedan waiting at the c
