Adrian's POV
I knew she was slipping.
Not away.
Toward me.
That was the thing about Leo,he thought he could keep her caged, locked behind iron gates and silk sheets. But control isn’t about walls or guards or cameras.
Control is in the mind.
And Lyra’s?
She was still haunted by me.
And.
I made sure of it.
I hadn’t seen her in a week.
Not face to face, anyway.
Leo was tightening the noose: more guards, more eyes, more paranoia dressed in luxury. That’s how you know a king’s empire is starting to rot: he starts obsessing over leaks.
But rot spreads. Quiet. Invisible. From the inside out.
And I was the rot in Leo Weston’s kingdom.
Every move I made now was deliberate. Precise. This wasn’t about brute force anymore. Not yet.
This was about pressure.
Tighten it slowly.
Watch
