Adrian’s POV
I closed Elena’s door behind me and leaned against the wall for a second, trying to get my breathing under control.
That was too close.
Way too close.
I’d almost told her. I almost said the words that had been sitting in my chest for weeks now, getting heavier every single day.
My phone buzzed in my hand. A text from Daniel.
Come over. Now.
I stared at the message for a moment, then grabbed my keys.
***
The drive to Daniel’s penthouse took thirty minutes. When I arrived, he was already waiting at the door, a glass of whisky in his hand.
“Took you long enough,” he said, stepping aside to let me in.
I walked past him into the living room. “You sounded really urgent.”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out his phone and held it up. My post about Elena wa
