Elara POVThe elevator doors slid open, and the silence of the steel box was instantly annihilated by a roar of sound. A blinding white wave of flashbulbs hit us—dozens of cameras, a wall of microphones, and the cacophony of shouting voices, all compressed into the opulent, velvet-roped space of the lobby. It was not a welcome; it was an ambush.Adrian did not flinch. His grip on my hand, resting on his arm, was absolute. His posture was rigid, contained, and utterly impervious to the chaos.“Head up, Queen,” he murmured, the command a low, possessive vibration against my ear, completely masked by the noise. “The fear must translate into conviction. Show them the hunger I claimed in the bedroom.”I immediately adjusted my posture, channeling the raw, residual heat in my core into my spine. I lifted my chin, forcing my lips into the serene, confident curve I had practiced with Amelia. I leaned into him, a deliberate, intimate gesture that signaled complete, public dependence.“I rememb
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