Adriana couldn’t tear her eyes away from the ring.
The blood had dried, dark against the gold band, but its message was clear. This wasn’t just a warning—it was a challenge.
Marco exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the note. His entire body radiated tension, the kind of lethal calm that told Adriana he was already thinking of his next move.
“Inside,” he ordered.
Adriana hesitated. “Marco—”
“Inside. Now.”
His voice left no room for argument.
She swallowed hard but obeyed, stepping back into the penthouse. Marco followed, shutting the door with a quiet finality.
Adriana crossed her arms. “Are we going to talk about this, or are you just going to keep glaring at it?”
Marco set the box down carefully on the counter, then ran a hand through his hair.
“This isn’t Eleanor’s
