Lina's POV
The hospital room door swung open behind me.
I assumed it was Johnson coming back with supplies and didn't bother turning around.
"The wound reopened," I said, wringing out the cloth in the basin. "The doctor said he needs complete bed rest. I'll go pick up some—"
My peripheral vision caught a flash of familiar leather shoes.
Expensive Italian leather. Custom-made. I'd picked them out myself last mouth for him.
My breath strangled in my throat. Every muscle in my body went rigid.
Slowly, like moving through concrete, I forced my head up to look at the newcomer.
Adrian stood roughly six feet away from me, his handsome face carved from granite, those stormy gray eyes fractured with something raw and barely controlled.
The pine and musk scent of him hit
