Elena's POV
I sat on the edge of Adrian’s desk, still trembling, not from the aftershocks of what had just happened between us, but from the weight of Nathan’s voice on the other side of that door.
I clutched the edge of the desk, my knuckles white. The air was thick, heavy with the remnants of passion now replaced by the slow, creeping dread of reality.
Adrian turned back toward me, his jaw tense, eyes stormy.
“Nathan doesn’t know about us,” I said quietly, pulling my dress over my thighs.
“No,” Adrian confirmed, his voice gravelly. “But he’s going to find out. Sooner than either of us wanted.”
I wrapped my arms around myself. “He said someone’s targeting me.”
Adrian nodded, crossing the room in three strides. “And that makes two things I need to handle: whoever’s coming for you, a
