KIRA

I found him exactly where Adrian said he’d be.

In his chambers, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table, staring into the fire.

He looked up when I entered, and the raw pain in his expression nearly broke me.

“Kira.” He stood immediately. “I was just about to come looking for you again. I’m sorry. For whatever I did to make you doubt me. For researching without telling you. For—”

“Stop.” I moved closer. “Just stop. You don’t need to apologize.”

“I made ...