Adrian's POV.
The lady stopped three feet away. Close enough that I caught the glint of her diamond studs. Close enough that the jasmine became overwhelming.
“Take them off, Lyara.” Ethan’s voice was quiet. But it cracked through the silence like a whip.
The world tilted.
Lyara.
The name hit me like a fist to the chest. I snapped my head up, gaze flying to her face before my brain could catch up.
She slid the sunglasses down with one finger. Slow. Deliberate. The lenses caught the light as they came away.
And then I saw her eyes.
Cold. Sharp. Gray. The same eyes that used to watch me sleep. The same eyes that went dead the evening she packed her bags and walked out of my life.
My breath stopped.
Lyara Lane.
Not a stranger. Not “the president.” Her. The woman I’d spent five years
