Chapter Sixteen

Adrian’s POV

The house was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet—no, this one clawed at the walls, sank its fingers into my skin, and whispered that something had gone terribly wrong. Silence like this only existed in two situations: before a war… or after betrayal.

And I was standing in the middle of both.

I pushed open the study door, letting the soft click echo through the room. The faint scent of Isabella’s perfume still lingered in the hallway. Sweet. ...