Naya thought she desved to know the truth.

She pushed the study door open, eyes still wide and stunned, heart pounding like she’d sprinted here, though her feet had barely moved. Adrian looked up from behind his desk, his glass half-raised, the dim light from the city casting soft lines across his face. His expression shifted instantly when he saw her. He straightened, like he could feel something wrong before she even said it.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice low but alert.

She held her ...