Lina's POV
I knew the moment Adrian left.
Maybe it was the bond we shared, or maybe it was just the absence of his pine and musk scent that had become as necessary to me as oxygen. Either way, the apartment felt emptier the second he was gone.
I tossed and turned in the enormous bed, the sheets tangling around my legs. The mattress was incredibly comfortable—probably cost more than most people's cars—but I couldn't settle.
Was he doing something dangerous? God, of course he was. Men like Adrian Storm didn't just "step out" at this hour for innocent reasons.
Everything felt wrong.
Finally giving up on sleep, I pushed back the covers and padded to the door. I eased it open as quietly as possible—
And nearly screamed.
A dark silhouette stood in the living room, backl
