Adrian’s POV
I had done the one thing I swore I’d never do—I had dragged her into this world.
Tiara had a right to know the truth, but now that she did, there was no turning back. The moment she saw that photograph, something shifted in her. The doubt, the anger, the desperate need for answers—it was all written on her face. And I knew that feeling too well.
I leaned against the worn-out desk in the safe house, running a hand through my hair. Michael and Tiara hadn’t returned yet, but I knew they wouldn’t come back empty-handed.
“You look like you swallowed glass,” Elijah muttered from across the room, arms crossed.
I exhaled. “I might as well have.”
“You told her, didn’t you?” His voice was flat, but I could hear the disapproval underneath.
“She deserved to know.”
“And now she’s i
