Adrian's POV
I bolted from the study like a man on fire with my heart hammering against my ribs as that faint sob cut through the penthouse silence sharper than any blade.
Every muscle in my body coiled tight because I was expecting the worst after Marcus's intel on Viktor but as I shoved the bedroom door open the sight hit me like a gut punch.
Elena sat up in the middle of our king-sized bed with her knees drawn to her chest and her face buried in her hands while her shoulders shook softly under the dim lamp glow.
The duvet pooled around her waist like fallen silk and her hair tumbled wild over those bare shoulders that still carried faint marks from our kitchen night.
No blood no intruder just her looking fragile and needing me more than anything in that moment.
Those green ey
