Adrian doesn’t say anything again until after breakfast. I don’t ask more questions either. My father, who didn’t care if I lived or died after he sold me off, suddenly wanted to see me now?
I pick at my food, chewing on tiny bites as my mind races. What did he want? Money? To apologize for being a shitshow of a parent?
I glance at Adrian once or twice, trying to read his mind. Was he going to let me see him? Julian had mentioned that night that Adrian Hawthorne wasn’t a forgiving man. And Adrian had hinted at something else…a deeper issue between him and my dad.
“Hey.” I startle as Julian leans in, his breath warm against my neck. I turn, and he smiles. “If you need a chaperone or a bodyguard, I’ll happily go with you. You’re part of the family now, so it’s my job to make sure you’re s
