It was just past eight when I returned to Kenzo’s room. He lay sprawled across his bed, his deliciously toned body barely concealed by the thin sheets. As soon as I entered, he stirred, his lips curling into a teasing smile as he beckoned me to join him. But the moment he truly looked at me—his gaze sweeping over my expression—his amusement vanished. His eyes darkened as he caught the horror written across my face.

I told him everything. About Hadrian’s disappearance. About ...