Adriana had never packed a bag so fast in her life.
Her hands trembled as she threw clothes into the small duffel Marco had given her. She barely thought about what she was grabbing—just the essentials, just enough to get out of here.
Marco was waiting in the hallway, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low and sharp, issuing orders to someone on the other end.
“We move now. Lock down all known access points to the penthouse—no one in, no one out.” A pause. “Yes. I’ll handle it personally.”
Adriana zipped up her bag and turned to him. “Where are we going?”
Marco hung up and met her gaze. “Somewhere safe.”
Adriana wasn’t convinced. “You don’t sound sure.”
He exhaled sharply. “Because there’s no such thing as safe when Kieran is involved.”
Her stomach twisted.
She knew Marco was
