The moment the call ended, Alina’s pulse pounded against her ribs.
Damon was coming for her.
But Adrian wasn’t the type to leave anything to chance.
He pocketed the phone and leaned forward, his icy blue eyes sharp. "You see, Alina, your dear Damon is predictable. He thinks he’s in control, but he isn’t."
Alina’s wrists burned from the rough rope binding her hands behind the chair. She forced herself to stay calm. "You think you can outplay him?"
Adrian’s smirk widened. "I don’t think—I know." He gestured toward Vincent. "Double security. I want eyes on every possible entrance. If Damon so much as breathes near this building, I want to know."
Vincent nodded and left, leaving Adrian and Alina alone.
"You’re making a mistake," she said.
Adrian chuckled. "Am I?" He sto
