Adrian’s POV
The moment I saw Sophie standing in that rotting hotel, surrounded by Voss’s shadows, something inside me snapped.
I’d told her not to come. I’d warned her. But of course, Sophie doesn’t listen. She’s like a flame, reckless and untouchable, drawing me closer no matter how many times I tell myself to stay away.
And God help me, the thought of her slipping further into Voss’s hands… I could have killed him right there.
But it wasn’t just rage clawing through me.
It was the way her lips parted when I closed in on her. The way her hand pressed against my chest—not to push me away, but to hold herself steady. She trembled beneath me, and for a heartbeat, all I wanted was to silence her doubts with my mouth on hers, to brand her as mine in front of every bastard watching.
But
