Bound By His Heir
I said, breaking free from their hold.
As soon as I broke free, Adrian held my hand again, pulling me to himself with a possessive grip, his deadly gaze still locked on Ethan.
"Back off, Your Honor," Adrian began, his tone cold. "This woman is mine."
A wave of shock crashed over me, the raw possessiveness in his tone making me flinch.
For a second… just a second… the old me almost reacted.
Almost.
But that version of me? She was gone.
I yanked my hand out of Adrian’s grip so hard it surprised even me.