Adriana had never known fear like this.
Not the fear of death, not even the fear of the unknown—but the fear of being watched.
Since the moment Marco had spoken Kieran’s name, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone’s eyes were on her. That even now, sitting in Marco’s car as they drove back to the penthouse, they weren’t alone.
She glanced at the side mirror, scanning the streets behind them. The headlights of a few vehicles followed at a reasonable distance—nothing out of the ordinary. But she wasn’t convinced.
Marco, however, seemed perfectly calm. One hand on the wheel, the other resting against his jaw in thought. But Adriana could see the tension in his fingers, the way his jaw ticked slightly as he stared ahead.
He was thinking. Strategizing.
Finally, she couldn’t take the
