Elsa
"I had no choice, Adam," I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of the truth. "It was either we are apart with you dead or..." My words trailed off as he gently pulled me closer, his grip tender despite the storm of emotions between us.
"Tell me," he pleaded, his voice tight, desperate for the full truth.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, then said, "He requested that I leave you and go to him. I have four days before he comes to take me." The confession hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.
Adam's expression darkened. He swore under his breath, and his arms tightened around me, his anger palpable. "Over my dead body, Elsa," he growled through gritted teeth.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against his chest. "He
