ZION

Adrian leaned against the archway like he had all the time in the world, but there was something in his eyes. Though, my eyes didn’t stay long enough to figure it out. It moved across his skin where the light made every muscle look carved, his opened shirt clinging in damp patches.

My throat tightened. Damn him.

“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” he said casually, though his gaze flicked to my bleeding knuckles. “Should I be ...