Elena’s POV
By the time I got to Adrian’s office that afternoon, I could tell something was brewing. His jaw was set, that carved-from-granite look he got when someone had pushed too far.
“Close the door,” he said, voice quiet but carrying an edge.
I did, and crossed the room slowly, the faint scent of coffee and leather settling around me. “What happened?”
He exhaled, leaning back in his chair, fingers drumming against the desk. “Charles called Nathan this morning and tried to convince him to ‘go public’ again. To start another fight in the press.”
I swallowed. “And Nathan?”
A muscle ticked in Adrian’s cheek. “For once, he didn’t take the bait, he told my father that it’s over, that nothing good comes from dragging this out.” He shook his head. “You should’ve heard the silence on t
