I look up into Hadrian's face, meeting his gaze for just a moment before throwing my arms over my chest in a futile effort to cover myself up.
Heath hadn't succeeded yet in ripping my dress off me and exposing my chest, but he was close. The dress - now closer to its original form, a red oversized boys' t-shirt - hangs in tatters, barely covering up my modesty.
I can hear Heath muttering "Sorry, Hade," as he leaves the room.
Hadrian gazes down at me, his golden eyes creased with concern as he runs a hand through his close-cropped black hair.
"How far did he get?" Hadrian asks gently. "Did he manage to..."
He drops off mid-sentence, waiting for my answer.
I gulp, momentarily unable to speak. My head is spinning at the thought of where things might have ended up, had Hadrian not inte
