Adrian's POV
I knew why Jasper had come.
To push me. To force me to face her.
I *wanted* to.
But...
I looked down at myself. At the scars covering my body. At the wreckage I'd become.
I thought back to Africa. To the moment I'd been on the edge of death, hallucinating her walking toward me.
She'd seemed to whisper: *Adrian, are you really going to die like this? If you die... what will I do?*
I'd held on with nothing but that thought until reinforcements arrived.
Even as gunfire roared around me, I'd kept hearing her voice.
*Come home soon, okay?*
*Let's have lots and lots of babies together.*
*Adrian, I love you. So much.*
I slammed my fist into the window.
The glass cracked. Shards fell like rain.
"Adrian—"
That voice.
Was it another h
