Noah’s POV
The sound of rain against the glass had always calmed me. But tonight, it only made the silence louder. I sat on the couch, watching the city lights blur through the storm, thinking about what Adrian must be feeling right now.
He hadn’t answered my messages all day. Not one.
And though I wanted to believe it was because he was busy, the truth was heavier. Soren Knight’s world wasn’t built for peace. It was built on power, on control, and Adrian had walked straight into the center of it.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, trying to push away the unease sitting in my chest. My phone buzzed.
Ezra.
Ezra: “He left the studio upset. Haven’t heard from him since.”
My jaw clenched. Since. That word had started to feel dangerous.
Me: “You think he went back to Soren
