Guess Adrian is a yearner. Will Daddy Cross really approve?
RUE I'd always thought the Romano family house was extravagantly tasteless, but tonight it looked worse. Ugly.Because somewhere inside, my Trouble was being held hostage by his own blood.Twenty-four hours. That's how long it had been since I sent that stupid text. "Don't skip your meds, Trouble. Get some more rest." And what did I get? Nothing. No cocky reply.Just silence.Adrian silent? Please. The man could be on fire and still find a way to flirt between gasps.So yeah, I'd been pacing my room, tearing through a bottle of wine, and trying to convince myself that I didn't care. Until I found myself standing here like some deranged Juliet, staring at the house that had him caged.And because patience has never been one of my virtues, I did the obvious thing.I broke in.The guards weren't a problem. And I knew exactly where to go. Trouble's room. The window was cracked open. How did I know this?Well...I'd done some stalking too.I climbed in, ready to claw his ears off for ma
ADRIAN She looked exquisite tonight. My body was still burning, my lungs ragged from the fever tearing me apart. But the second I'd noticed she was out on a date of all things, my sickness turned into fuel.Because she wasn't supposed to be smiling at anyone else.She wasn't supposed to look unbothered.She belonged to me.The idiot across from her tried to puff his chest, muttering something about "respect" and "boundaries."I didn't hear a word. My eye was on her. I saw the slight smirk she couldn't hide and the way her fingers curled around her wineglass as if she was restraining herself from reaching for me.God, she loved this. Pretending she was unaffected.I leaned down just enough for my voice to slither between them."Move. Before I make you."The man stammered some incoherent words, color draining from his face. He glanced at her, hoping she might save him. She didn't. She just raised a brow, her lips twitching.Good girl.I slid into his abandoned chair as he scrambled a
RUE I'd walked away. Elegantly. Chin high, blade hidden, mask firmly in place. And of course, the bastard had tried to follow me. Tried. His fevered body had given out halfway to the door, leaving him collapsed and cursing under his breath while his fiancée shrieked like a banshee. I hadn't even looked back. Not once. Because if I had, I might've stayed. So here I was. Back in my father's sprawling mausoleum of a house, sulking like a teenager grounded from her favorite brand of poison. I lay sprawled across my bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it whirled in lazy circles, and tried not to replay Adrian's cracked voice in my head. 'Still came for you.' Goddamn him. A knock on my door yanked me from my spiraling thoughts. Followed by a voice I knew too well, dripping with faux sweetness. "Rue? Amber's here." Lucia. My lovely baby sister. I sat up, tugged my robe tighter around me, and strode downstairs. Amber spotted me the second I hit the bottom step. "Ruuuuue!" Sh
RUE Of course he showed up looking like death. Fever sweat, trembling hands, and the faintest wince every time he moved. Adrian Romano, the walking hazard, had dragged himself out into the night for me.And I hated how much I loved it.He wanted to worship me. Wow.I bet not even my dad said that to my mum.My heart was racing with excitement. Still, I refused to let it show."You're responsible for your own feelings, you know," I said dryly, tugging the plastic bag out of his shaky grip. "It's not my job to babysit your obsession."It was a fucking lie. But who's counting?He smiled faintly, delirious. "Doesn't matter."And that was it. That was the kill shot. He didn't even need a gun.The bastard had a fever, his entire body shaking like he'd walked through a blizzard, and all I could think was, "God, I'm a sucker for you.""You're a disaster," I muttered, looping his arm around my shoulders when his knees buckled again. "A bleeding, coughing, fever-ridden disaster. Congratula
ADRIAN The stitches tugged every time I moved, a hot, angry throb buried deep in my side. My head was fogged from the meds my doctor had pumped into me, but no amount of painkillers could quiet the itch under my skin. Rue. Her name seared through me, hotter than the fever. I'd texted her like a coward, typing out that pathetic 'maybe you're right' bullshit because I'd panicked. Because for one stupid second, I thought letting her go would keep her safe. And I fucking hated myself for it. Every cell in my body screamed at me to go to her. I shoved off the leather couch, my teeth gritted as the stitches pulled. The room tilted, my vision swimming, but I ignored it. I wasn't made for rest. Fuck that. My footsteps echoed down the marble staircase, each step agonizing. My fists curled around the railing, but I pushed through the pain. Halfway down, she appeared. Claudia. My father's wife. Always dressed like she was auditioning for a Vogue cover. Diamonds glinted on her neck
RUE I stared at the text until the letters blurred, my throat tight. Three days of ignoring him, and he had the audacity to text me like nothing was wrong? My thumb hovered, then I shoved a piece of mint gum between my teeth so I wouldn't grind them to dust. Play it cool, Rue. Don't let him see you get riled up. I typed back quickly. 'Why didn't you tell me you were taken?' Bubbles appeared. Vanished. Appeared again. Typical Trouble, he was dramatic even when texting. Finally, his text came. 'Don't believe in rumors, Ruin.' Rumors? He called a whole-ass engagement a rumor? I laughed out loud, the sound humorless. "Unbelievable." Rolling my eyes, I shoved the phone into the cupholder, started the car, and peeled out of the estate driveway. But the whole way down the quiet streets, my gut prickled. I could sense the heavy, crawling feeling of being watched. By the time I hit an empty stretch, I was done playing games. I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching loud i