Morning crept into the apartment in soft slants of light, but Jannah felt no warmth from it. The air was too heavy, too still. When she shifted on the couch, her limbs stiff, she realized Adrian was already awake.He sat across from her, coffee in hand, his gaze pinned on her like she was something fragile—and his.“You didn’t sleep much,” he said, not as a question but an observation.Jannah smoothed her hair nervously. “I was… restless.”“Restless,” Adrian repeated, as though tasting the word. His lips curved faintly, but his eyes didn’t soften. “That won’t do. You’ll rest better when you accept this place is yours, Alyssa.”Yours. The word curled inside her stomach, unwelcome yet heavy. She nodded faintly, pretending to agree, though inside, a tiny spark of rebellion flickered.“I’ll try,” she said, her voice gentle, practiced.Adrian leaned forward, setting the cup down. “Not try, Alyssa. You will.”The steel in his tone made her hands tighten in her lap. She lowered her gaze, hid
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