Sophie’s POV
The door to Adrian’s office slammed behind me, but it wasn’t enough to shut out his voice.
Next time… I won’t stop.
Those words weren’t just a warning. They were a promise, heavy and raw, vibrating through my chest long after I left him. I hated the way my pulse jumped at the memory, hated that his nearness lingered on my skin like a bruise I couldn’t scrub away.
He was the man I should despise. The man who carried blood on his hands. The man who had no right to look at me like I was both a weapon and the one thing he couldn’t let go of.
And yet, when my legs carried me back to my room, they trembled.
I shut the door, pressing my palms flat against the wood, grounding myself. This wasn’t why I came here. Adrian Blackwood wasn’t supposed to matter. My purpose was vengeanc
