MasukADRIANI didn't bother looking inside the box, I just picked up my phone and dialed Marco’s number.“Boss?” Marco’s voice was alert, sensing the hour, the tone.“My house. Now. Bring Dimitri and Jax.”“We’re on our way.”I stood guard in the hallway outside Nova’s room, listening to her soft, even breaths.The doorbell dinged softly then they came in, Marco first, gun already in hand but held low at his side, his eyes sweeping the room. Dimitri behind him, moving with a slight stiffness from his healing ribs but alert. Jax last, already pulling a tablet from his bag, his mind moving to digital threats.They found me in the kitchen, standing over the open box on the island.Dimitri looked at the box, his gaze hardening. He leaned closer and with a sharp, pained intake of breath, he reached into the box.Packed in ice packs that were now just cold gel, was an arm. Severed cleanly just below the elbow. The skin was pale, waxy. The hand was curled in a final, rigid fist.“Jesus Christ,” J
AVAI stood in the center of my room, hands clenched into fists so tight my nails were leaving crescent moons in my palms. My whole body was trembling—with rage, with humiliation, with a grief so sharp it felt like my ribs were cracking.Official. They were official.The word echoed in the hollow space she’d left in my heart. It made it sound so clean like It wasn’t a messy, illicit, forbidden passion anymore. It was a relationship. He’d won. He’d taken the scandal, the danger, the lies, and he’d polished them into something she could proudly announce to her friends over pizza and beer.And I was supposed to what? Smile? Nod? Be happy for her?I kicked my laundry hamper, sending a cascade of clean clothes across the floor. Pathetic. My fury was pathetic, and I knew it. But knowing didn’t stop the acid burn of jealousy in my throat. I’d spent three weeks watching her waste away, a ghost of herself, and I’d been so sure. So sure that when she finally saw the light, when she finally brok
LENA“Hey! Guys? I’m back!” I screamed as I pushed open the door to our apartment, the familiar creak and my voice sounding too loud in the silence.Nothing. No Ava blasting music from her room, no Mike laughing at a video on his phone on the couch. The living room was neat, almost eerily so. A thin layer of dust sat on the TV screen.“Ava?”I dropped my bag by the door and walked to her bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open. Bed made. No clothes on the floor. Her laptop was gone from her desk. A cold, irrational finger of panic traced my spine. Where was she? After everything with Gabriel, after the kidnapping, my mind immediately went to the worst places.I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang and rang, eventually clicking over to voicemail. Her cheerful, pre-recorded voice felt like a taunt. Hey, it’s Ava! I'll be sure to call you once I get your message!“Ava, it’s me. I’m at the apartment. Where are you? Call me back, okay? I’m… I’m getting worried.”I hung up and s
LENA“Hey! Guys? I’m back!” I screamed as I pushed open the door to our apartment, the familiar creak and my voice sounding too loud in the silence.Nothing. No Ava blasting music from her room, no Mike laughing at a video on his phone on the couch. The living room was neat, almost eerily so. A thin layer of dust sat on the TV screen.“Ava?”I dropped my bag by the door and walked to her bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open. Bed made. No clothes on the floor. Her laptop was gone from her desk. A cold, irrational finger of panic traced my spine. Where was she? After everything with Gabriel, after the kidnapping, my mind immediately went to the worst places.I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang and rang, eventually clicking over to voicemail. Her cheerful, pre-recorded voice felt like a taunt. Hey, it’s Ava! I'll be sure to call you once I get your message!“Ava, it’s me. I’m at the apartment. Where are you? Call me back, okay? I’m… I’m getting worried.”I hung up and s
ADRIANIt had been a perfect day with the loves of my life. Lena was curled against me on the couch, Nova dozing against her other side, worn out from the zoo. My arm was around her, my fingers playing with the ends of her hair. I never wanted to move.“I should probably start thinking about heading back,” she said softly, her voice a little drowsy.Every muscle in my body tensed. “Back where?”She tilted her head to look up at me. “To my place duh, Adrian, remember? The hostel?”“I remember,” I said, trying to keep my voice light. “I just don’t see why you have to go today. Nova’s already half-asleep. Stay. We’ll order in. You can have the whole east wing to yourself if you want space.”She smiled, but it was a gentle, firm smile. The one that meant her mind was made up. “I need to check in with my own life. I haven’t seen Ava or Mike in days. I need to grab some clothes. My textbooks are there. I have a life, you know. Outside of… Us.”Us! Even though I loved the sound of that, the
LENAI woke up wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and the distinct, intoxicating scent of Adrian. For a blissful second, I was disoriented. This wasn't my bed. The sheets were too silky, the pillows too perfect. Then it all came rushing back—the confrontation, the tears, the promises, the way he’d looked at me when he said those three words. I love you.A giddy, almost disbelieving laugh bubbled in my chest. He loved me. Adrian Knight, the man who was my professor, who owned empires and had a dark past, loved me.I reached out, my hand patting the cool, empty space beside me. My eyes fluttered open. He was gone. A tiny thread of irrational panic pulled tight in my stomach. Was it all a dream?Then I saw it. His black shirt, discarded over a chair last night in a much more urgent moment. I slipped out of bed and pulled it on. The fine cotton was soft against my skin, the sleeves hanging far past my fingertips. It smelled like him—sandalwood and rum. I hugged it to myself, breathing him in.







