Adrian’s POV
The lights went out, and everything fell into silence.
For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of rain hitting the glass, heavy and steady. Then came the faint scrape of shoes against the tiled floor, slow, deliberate steps moving closer.
My hand was still gripping Noah’s under the table. His palm was clammy, but his grip was steady.
“Stay calm,” he whispered.
“I’m trying,” I muttered back, barely breathing.
The man’s voice came again, low and smooth. “You boys really thought you could outsmart Victor Knight?”
I couldn’t see his face in the dark, just the faint gleam of something metallic in his hand, a gun.
Noah’s other hand moved under the table. I could tell he was searching for something, maybe his phone. But then the man spoke again, sharper this time. “Don’t
