Rowena’s POV. 18.
My Own Nemesis.
“Adrian, seriously, you deserve better than this i***t,” Rachel snapped, stepping forward and pointing straight at me like I was some trash she’d found lying on the floor. “You’re really okay dating someone who has feelings for Jason? What kind of clown show are you running here? How can she be with both of you, huh?”
I didn’t say anything. I just stood behind Adrian, swallowing the lump in my throat. My chest tightened, but I refused to show it. Not in front of her.
Adrian didn’t hesitate. “Liking her is my damn business, Rachel. You don’t get to decide who I care about.”
His voice was firm, no room for argument. I felt the muscles in his back tense under my hands.
“She’s not just any woman,” he added, turning slightly, like he wanted to make sure
