Sophie’s POV
The hum of the car was the only sound as we cut through the city. But inside, it was chaos.
My pulse still hadn’t settled. My lips tingled with the ghost of something that hadn’t even happened, and every glance at Adrian’s profile—his clenched jaw, his knuckles white against the wheel—ignited the ache all over again.
I should’ve been furious. I should’ve demanded answers, screamed at him for dragging me into his world, for making me feel things I swore I’d never feel again. Instead, all I could think about was how close his mouth had come to mine.
When he finally pulled the car into the garage beneath the mansion, the air felt too tight to breathe. He killed the engine, but didn’t move. Neither did I.
Then he turned to me.
The look in his eyes pinned me to the seat. It w
