"You’re late," Adrian snapped, slamming the door shut as soon as Siara walked in.
She tossed her clutch on the glass table, unbothered. "And you’re still breathing. Lucky you."
Adrian poured himself a drink, hands slightly shaking. He hadn’t been the same since RAyNe stormed that warehouse. Since Nirvana disappeared from their radar. He paced more now. Slept less. Paranoia was seeping into his bones.
"You shouldn't have come here. Not with everything so hot."
"Relax," Siara rolled her eyes. "I’m not stupid. I wasn’t followed."
"He’ll come for us."
"No," she said coolly, taking the glass from his hand and drinking it herself. "Not anymore. I’ve taken care of it."
Adrian frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Siara’s lips curled into a smile as she sat on the armrest of his
