LENAI didn’t go home after Marco left. My feet, seemingly of their own accord, carried me toward the sleek, imposing building that housed Adrian’s penthouse. The truth wasn’t something I could process sitting on my couch.The doorman gave me a nod of recognition, his expression unreadable. The elevator ride up was silent and soon I stood before his door, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could hear faint voices from inside.I didn’t ring the bell, I didn't want him to see that I was the one outside so I knocked.The door swung open. Adrian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. He looked… different. He was wearing a simple grey sweatshirt and pants, his feet bare. He looked younger, and so tired. Behind him, I saw Dimitri standing by the kitchen island, holding a coffee mug, his expression shifting from casual to wary in a nanosecond.“Lena?” Adrian’s voice was a rough whisper, full of disbelief.“We need to talk,” I said, my own voice surprisingly steady. “Now.”He just stared a
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