The silence in the kitchen was so heavy I could hear the faint, rhythmic ticking of a wall clock somewhere in the living room.
Adrian’s gaze moved slowly, deliberately, from my bare feet up the length of my legs, lingering on the hem of the white t-shirt, before finally settling on my face. The absolute fury radiating off him was almost hot enough to warm up my cold coffee.
"I'm waiting," Adrian said, his voice dangerously soft, though it carried the weight of a sledgehammer. "What are you doing here, Elizabeth?"
Julian, completely unaffected by the storm currently brewing in his kitchen, casually leaned back against the marble counter and took a slow sip of his own coffee. "I would have thought that was obvious, Holt. She’s having coffee. Though if you’re looking for a cup, you’ll have
