not fatal, but enough to remind everyone that whoever had fired it meant business.
"Who sent the message?" Adrian's voice was calm, but the steel beneath it was unmistakable.
Elena swallowed hard. She glanced at her phone screen again.
"You married the devil, Elena. And now, you'll burn with him."
Her stomach twisted.
"It's an unknown number," she murmured.
Adrian extended a hand. "Give it to me."
She hesitated before placing the phone in his palm. His fingers brushed against hers-just for a second-but the contact sent an unsettling shiver up her spine.
His brows furrowed as he studied the message. Then, with an eerie calm, he handed the phone to one of his men.
"Trace it."
The guard nodded and left the room.
"Lena, we have to go!" Liam's voice was urgent, filled with concern.
She whipped around to face him.
"Liam, stop—"
But before she could pull away, another set of hands grabbed her other arm.
Adrian.
Despite the pain twisting his face, his grip was strong, unyielding. His eyes, da
