The Wrong Brother
She lingered a beat longer, eyes searching, before turning toward the door.
“Control yourself, Adrian,” she said softly, almost like a plea. Then she was gone.
The door clicked shut.
I sank back into my chair, dragging a hand down my face.
Zeus climbed onto the rug beside me, resting his head against my knee. His loyalty was grounding.
Unlike everything else.
Because no matter what I told Bruno. No matter what I told my mother. No matter what I told myself.
Nova Ashton was already undoing me.