Adrian's penthouse occupied the entire top floor of a building three blocks from the office, all clean lines and floor-to-ceiling glass, nothing at all like the gritty studio I'd once known him in. I stood in the entryway for a long moment after security cleared us through, taking in a life I hadn't known existed underneath six weeks of hoodies and broken elevators."You can take the guest room," he said, setting his keys down on a marble counter. "It has its own lock, its own bathroom. You don't have to see me again tonight if you don't want to.""I don't know what I want tonight." I meant it honestly, exhaustion and fear and something else entirely tangled together until I couldn't separate one feeling from the next. "Adrian, I need to ask you something, and I need you to answer honestly, not carefully.""Ask.""Freya. The other women. From the apartment." I crossed my arms, needing something to hold onto. "What actually happened, all of it, not the version you gave me in the office
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