Sophie’s POV
The crunch came again. Heavier this time. Deliberate.
My breath stalled, fog pluming out in front of me as I turned, eyes straining against the shadows swallowing the dock.
Cole didn’t move. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even look over his shoulder. His smirk only deepened, like a man who had set a trap and was waiting for it to snap shut.
“Right on time,” he murmured.
The figure emerged slowly from the fog, sharp edges taking shape against the lamplight. Broad shoulders. Controlled stride. The kind of presence that needed no introduction because it already lived in my bones.
Adrian.
His gaze locked onto me first, searing, unreadable. Then it slid to Cole, hard as steel, promising violence without a word spoken.
I felt caught between them—two predators circling, and me the
