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“You were mine the moment I saw you, Jennie,” he says, voice rough, jaw clenched. “You just didn’t know it yet.”
I don’t say a word. I can’t. My throat is dry, and my brain is trying to process everything all at once—every photo, every lie, every moment that now feels like it wasn’t my own.
“I hated seeing you with other men,” he goes on, and I can feel his breath against my skin now. “Every laugh you gave them. Every time they touched you. I couldn’t take it. I had to do something. So I did.”
I want to scream at him, but nothing comes out. My silence stretches between us, charged and dangerous.
“Do you hate me now?” he asks.
I still say nothing.
He gives a humorless chuckle, stepping in so close I have to tilt my head to keep looking at him. “You don’t. You want to,but you don’t. You feel it—this thing between us. You might call it sick, you might fight it, but it’s there.”
I suck in a shaky breath. My body is frozen, but my mind is spinning.
“You feel safe with me,” he says, softer this time, dead serious. “Even when you’re mad. Even when you’re scared. Some part of you knows I’d kill for you. Die for you.”
I shake my head slowly, whispering, “I don’t know what I feel anymore.”
And it’s the only honest thing I can say. Because I don’t. I should hate him—I should be running for the hills—but instead, I’m standing here, still, breathing in his darkness and feeling it wrap around me like a second skin.
The explosion comes out of nowhere.
One second, I’m staring into Adrian’s eyes—furious, confused, hurt. The next, the entire house shatters.
A thunderous BOOM tears through the estate like a scream from hell. The floor jolts beneath my feet, the windows rattle in their panes, and the walls seem to pulse. A gust of hot air slams into us, and somewhere far off, glass shatters—followed by chaos.
I flinch hard. My ears ring. My chest seizes.
Adrian is already moving. “Down!” he barks, grabbing me just before another shockwave hits, rattling the chandelier overhead.
I can’t move. I’m frozen.
His arm wraps tight around my waist. “Stay behind me.”
“What was that?” I gasp, but my voice is drowned by the sound of shouting—boots pounding against marble, radios crackling, orders being barked.
Adrian draws his gun in one smooth motion and reaches back for my hand. His fingers lock with mine like a vise.
“Come on,” he growls. “We’re under attack.”
And then we’re running.
Chapter 14 – Adrian
The moment we get close to the east wing, I know this isn’t random.
Smoke curls up into the sky like a goddamn warning. My heart pounds against my ribs—not with fear, but with fury. I tighten my grip on Jennie’s hand and push forward through the chaos. The marble floor is scattered with debris. The scent of burning chemicals stings the back of my throat.
Zalar is already there, barking orders at two of our men trying to douse the flames licking up one of the walls. The explosion tore through the corridor—blasted a hole straight through centuries-old stone like it was paper.
“What the hell happened?” I shout, storming forward.
Zalar turns, his face covered in grime, eyes wide. “Bomb. Planted inside—detonated remotely.”
Jennie gasps behind me. I feel her hand shaking, but she doesn’t let go. She’s strong—stronger than she realizes.
I’m about to speak when another blast tears through the east corridor.
