Lina's POV
Sometime in the early hours of the morning, I stirred awake to the sound of Adrian's voice—low, cold, distinctly unhappy.
He was on the phone with someone.
Even half-asleep, I could tell from his tone that whoever was on the other end wasn't someone he wanted to talk to. His words were clipped, almost hostile.
I shifted slightly under the covers, and immediately the call ended. Just like that.
The mattress dipped as Adrian slid back into bed beside me, his large hand finding its familiar place on my waist.
"No more..." I mumbled sleepily, still sore and exhausted from the night before.
He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through his chest in a way that made heat rush to my face despite my exhaustion.
God, even his laugh was indecent.
I turned to fa
