CHAPTER 57

POV: Adrian

The night smelled of smoke and betrayal, after i left his house planning on going there again.

Not the old kind—the kind that lingered from childhood, from lost mothers and hollow memories—but something raw, something fresh, something deliberate. The kind of betrayal sharpened with intention, placed directly in my path as if my father wanted me to step on it, bleed from it, feel it.

The bastard wanted me to know.

After I left Isabella sleeping in the safe house ...