Sera (A week later)
The sky was still a deep gray when I slipped out of bed, my heart pounding like a warning bell in my chest.
Adrik’s arm was draped over my waist, his breathing even and steady beside me. Safe. Solid. Warm.
And yet the guilt that gnawed at my insides didn’t care about warmth or comfort.
It chewed through everything, relentless and cold.
It had been a little over a week since I spoke to Diana and with each passing day, I felt like I was digging myself into a hole I might not be able to crawl out from.
I tiptoed out of bed and padded toward the kitchen, wrapping my robe tighter around myself.
The penthouse was silent—except for the soft hum of the espresso machine as I prepared his coffee, the way he liked it.
Strong, no sugar, splash of cream.
My fingers tremb
