ADRIAN HALE POVI didn’t mean to run.I swear I didn’t.One moment I was standing in the hallway, staring at the woman who had my eyes… my mouth… my damn heartbeat trapped in my throat and the next, my legs moved on their own. My chest tightened until it felt like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my ribs and pulled.I stumbled into Damien’s guest room, slammed the door behind me, and pressed my back against it like I could keep the whole world out.My breathing was a mess.“No… no, no…” I whispered, sliding down the door until I hit the floor.My mother wasn’t dead.My mother, the woman I had grieved, hated, loved, begged God to bring back was standing in Damien Cross’s penthouse, breathing, talking, alive.And I I didn’t know how to exist.My hands shook so hard I pressed them against the floor just to anchor myself. The cold marble didn’t help. Nothing helped.Footsteps rushed toward the door.Not hers.Not Leon’s.Hi.“Adrian?” Damien’s voice..“Open the door.” His tone wa
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