Chapter 20 – The Cage of Gold
The car ride felt endless.
Alexander’s men had loaded Adrian into a black SUV, his blood-soaked shirt pressed tight with bandages hastily wrapped by one of the guards who had some medical training. I wanted to ride with him. God, I begged with every fiber of my being to stay by Adrian’s side. But Alexander’s grip on my arm was like iron, his tone final.
“You’re not going anywhere with him,” he said as if it were a law.
So I ended up in his car, seated beside him in suffocating silence as the motor purred and the city lights blurred past.
Every fiber of me screamed to turn back, to tear the door open and run after Adrian, to hold his hand until I knew he was safe. But every time I moved, Alexander’s hand pressed against mine, heavy and unyielding. Not affe
