Soren’s POV
The sound of my father’s voice still echoed through my head, even though I wasn’t there to hear him speak. I didn’t have to be. I knew exactly what he was saying. Victor Knight didn’t threaten; he promised.
I sat in the cold silence of the holding cell, wrists still red from the cuffs. The air smelled like rust and sweat, and every second felt like a trap tightening. My lawyer had been delayed. My name was trending in every headline. My company’s stock had dropped by twelve percent in less than two hours.
And still, all I could think about was Adrian.
When they arrested me, he was the one I looked for. His face had been pale, eyes wide with disbelief. He’d called out my name, but they pushed him back before I could answer. I hadn’t seen him since. I didn’t know if he was sa
