SERAFINA
The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet.
I paced the living room, panic clawing at my chest. It had been two hours since Mikhail delivered me home and I was yet to hear a word from Adriko.
No calls.No text.
Mikhail and Dima had returned a while ago but Adriko wasn't with them. They said nothing except “He’s handling it”.
As if that was supposed to stop me from worrying.
I had tried calling him but my calls kept going to voicemail. Thirty minutes ago, I attempted to leave the penthouse but was sent back by guards who were stationed downstairs.
The thought of something terrible happening to him flashed through my mind and my chest tightened painfully.
These emotions were foreign to me. When did I start caring about his safety?
“Oh, Dear. You need to change out of that dres
