Lina's POV
Adrian's private hospital suite was less a medical room and more a self-imposed prison. He refused to let doctors inside. Even Taylor and Ethan could only visit briefly before being subtly driven out.
I punched in the code—he'd given it to me weeks ago, back when things were still... different—and stepped inside.
The first thing I noticed: no suffocating cigarette smoke or alcohol fumes.
That was progress.
The second thing: the room was pitch black. No lights. Curtains drawn tight against the winter sun.
I clutched the thermos tighter. "Adrian?"
From the corner of the room, I heard a sudden, sharp rustling sound. Like someone scrambling to hide something.
I walked over and yanked the curtains open.
Pale winter sunlight flooded in. It wasn't warm—wint
