Sophie’s POV
The night swallowed us the moment Adrian shoved me into the car.
The door slammed behind me, sealing me inside the dark leather cage. My lungs dragged for air, chest rising and falling too fast, my pulse still in the wreckage of the hotel.
Adrian slid in beside me, the violence still clinging to him. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, streaked with dust and blood that wasn’t his. His tie hung loose, his hair damp with sweat, his jaw locked so tight it looked carved from stone.
For a long moment, he didn’t move. His hands gripped the wheel hard enough that his knuckles blanched, his chest rising and falling in controlled fury.
The silence was worse than the gunfire.
Finally, I broke. “You followed me.”
His head snapped toward me, eyes blazing. “You think I’d let you wal
