For the past three days, Adrian had been a relentless shadow, hovering over me, correcting my posture, my speech, and my very thoughts. But tonight, as the rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private office, the "training" shifted into something far more dangerous. "You’re distracted, Lena," Adrian’s voice dropped into that low, vibrating register that always made my stomach flip. He was standing behind me, his reflection ghosting over mine in the dark glass. He hadn't touched me yet, but I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I was wearing a silk slip dress—thin, emerald, and completely defenseless. "I'm not distracted," I whispered, my breath hitching as he stepped closer. "I'm tired of being your project." "You aren't a project," he murmured, his hands finally settling on my shoulders. His palms were large and heavy, his thumbs tracing the line of my collarbone with agonizing slowness. "You’re a Wolfe. And a Wolfe needs to know exactly how it fee
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