I blinked a few times, shaking off the lingering haze clouding my thoughts. My vision cleared, and I found Hadrian’s face devoid of expression, though the inner circle of his gray pupils pulsed with flickers of crimson.
Is he angry with me? I wondered, attempting to decipher his impassive demeanor.
My gaze wandered, landing on a book lying open on the nightstand beside the bed—definitely not mine. It had to be Hadrian’s.
Was he reading it here? Questions swirled in my still-waking mind. Judging by the scene, he must have been sitting here while I slept. But why? My eyes returned to him, and I silently tried to unravel the mystery of his presence in my bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask, my voice steady despite my racing thoughts.
“You didn’t answer my questio
