My father’s voice came slower this time, controlled. Careful. “What about Adrian?” Everything stilled. Beside me, I felt it. Not movement. Not sound. Just a shift. Dimitri. The air around him changed. Heavy. Cold. Dangerous.
I turned to my father, my brows pulling together. “Why are you bringing him up?” I asked, my voice tight. “The last time we spoke, you told me to end things with him.”
“That was before,” he replied. “Before what?”
“Before he came here.” I froze. “What?” My mother glanced at my father, then back at me. “He came looking for you,” she said softly. “He told us Dimitri already kidnapped you, he told us to wait for your signal, to come save you
A hollow laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Of course he did.” “He told us everything,” my father continued. “He said he
