ADRIAN'S Pov
I didn’t breathe until I was far from the studio.
The crowd had followed me for three blocks, reporters shouting questions, cameras flashing in my face, strangers whispering my name. Every step felt like I was walking through fire.
When I finally ducked into a narrow alley, I pressed my back against the cold brick wall and let out a shaky breath. My hands trembled as I pulled off my mic, tossing it into the nearest trash bin.
I should’ve felt relief. I’d said what I wanted to say. For once, the words hadn’t been scripted or controlled by someone else’s agenda.
But instead of relief, all I felt was dread.
Because I knew what came next.
The world didn’t like when someone like me spoke against someone like Soren Knight, or worse, against the empire behind him.
I pulled m
