The gunshot ripped through the penthouse, shattering the fragile sense of security that had existed only moments before.
Alina's breath hitched as she pressed her back against the bedroom wall, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. **Adrian was here.**
Damon had told her to stay put, but every instinct in her body screamed at her to move. She crept toward the door, her fingers trembling as she pushed it open just enough to see into the hallway.
The scene before her was chaos.
Damon stood near the entrance, gun raised, his expression cold and unyielding. Across from him, **Adrian Knight.**
He looked as effortlessly dangerous as ever, dressed in all black, his eyes gleaming with amusement despite the tense standoff. Behind him, two men flanked his sides, both armed.
