CHAPTER ELEVEN
SOREN'S Pov
The door to the guest room closed softly behind him.
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the empty space where Adrian had been, listening to the faint sound of his footsteps fade down the hall. The silence that followed was sharp.
I should have been relieved. Silence was familiar. Silence meant control.
But tonight, it felt heavier.
I loosened my tie, walked to the window, and stared out at the city, my kingdom of glass and light. From here, it all looked perfect. Ordered. Predictable. Every building, every reflection exactly where it belonged.
Except the one thing I couldn’t seem to control was the person sleeping two doors away.
Adrian Vega. A mistake that refused to disappear.
A storm that somehow made the air feel alive again.
I hated that
