Chapter Eight - Adrian’s Ultimatum
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Chapter Eight – Adrian’s Ultimatum
The next morning, the city was still dripping from last night’s storm, its streets slick with water and littered with broken branches. Elena stood outside Adrian’s office building, her reflection warped in the gleaming glass doors. She smoothed her damp hair, adjusted her coat, and forced herself to step inside.
The receptionist barely glanced up before waving her through, as though her presence had already been arranged. That realization made Elena’s stomach twist. Adrian had expected her to come.
His office was perched high above the city, all clean lines and cold elegance: steel shelves, glass walls, a desk that gleamed like it had never known clutter. Adrian stood near the window, back straight, hands clasped behind him, his reflection fractured in the rain-smeared glass.
“Elena,” he said without turning.
Her throat tightened. “You wanted to see me.”
“I did.” His voice carried the weight of command, not request. He turned at last, his dark eyes fixed on her, sharp as knives. “Tell me the truth. Who is he?”
She flinched. “I don’t know his name.”
“That’s a lie.” Adrian strode toward her, stopping close enough that she caught the faint scent of his cologne. “Men like that don’t just appear. He’s been watching you, leaving messages, making claims. You’ve seen him.”
Her silence was answer enough.
“Elena.” His tone softened, but only slightly. “Do you understand how dangerous this is? He won’t stop. Obsession never ends cleanly.”
She lifted her chin. “And what do you suggest I do? Call the police? File a report that goes nowhere? They’ll say I imagined it, that I encouraged it.”
“I’m not the police,” Adrian said. His hand brushed the edge of her sleeve, not quite touching. “I can protect you.”
Something in his voice made her shiver. It wasn’t comfort he was offering, not really. It was ownership — a shield, but one she would have to step behind completely.
“You didn’t want me before,” she whispered, the words trembling out before she could stop them. “Why now?”
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Because before, it was just you. Now there’s someone else. Someone dangerous. And I don’t—” His voice faltered for a fraction of a second, then returned, harder. “I don’t allow threats to what’s mine.”
Her heart stuttered. What’s mine. The same words Hale had used, wrapped in a different voice, a different world.
The office door clicked. Both turned.
A delivery boy stood there, holding a small black envelope. “For Ms. Grey,” he said, placing it on the desk before vanishing as quickly as he came.
Elena’s fingers trembled as she opened it.
Inside was a single line, written in the curling hand she knew too well:
Even now, he can’t keep you safe. Tonight, we prove who you belong to.
Her knees weakened, and the envelope slipped from her grasp.
Adrian caught it, his jaw hardening as he read. He crushed the paper in his fist, then looked at her with a gaze like steel.
“Enough games,” he said. “You’re staying with me tonight. No arguments.”
Elena wanted to protest, wanted to say no — but the words tangled in her throat. Because the worst part was, deep down, she wasn’t sure which man she feared more: the one who stalked her from the shadows, or the one who demanded she step into his light.
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