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Lia
When I wake up, my heart sinks.
Adrian isn’t here.
Judging by the darkness outside, it’s still night. Is he going back to leaving my side right after sex like I’m his whore?
I thought he finally believed me. I thought he trusted me—or at least has started to.
Turns out, that’s not the case.
But if he thought I would cower away and cry myself to sleep while he spends the night in his office, he thought wrong. I’m not going to budge from his side until he fully opens up to me.
I’m about to push away the covers when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I pick it up and check the text.
Unknown Number:You had to go and force my hand, Duchess. Now you’ll bear the consequences. I told Adrian you helped me in his assassination attempt. Rest in peace.
No!
No…
I stumble to a standing position, reading and rereading the text message. If Adrian thinks I helped Luca, he’ll never forgive me. I’ve barely managed to reach through his frigid exterior.
Sliding on a robe, I sprint to the door, but my feet come to a halt when it opens and Adrian appears on the threshold. His face is a blank mask, devoid of emotions.
“It’s not what you think… I can explain…”
“Explain what? That you wanted me dead?” He pulls out a gun and I step backward.
He grabs me by the wrist and shoves the gun in my hand, then points it at his chest. “Do it then. Finish the job, Lenochka.”
My hands shake, sweat covering my palms. “No…no…I don’t want you dead. I love you. I’m in love with you, have been for years.”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have plotted my assassination. Go ahead then. Pull the trigger.”
“No…”
“It’s a mere pull of the trigger and you’ll be rid of me.”
“No.”
“Shoot!”
“No!”
Abangechoes in the air and I shriek so loud, my ears pop.
I startle awake in warm arms. Strong, protective arms that surround me in a cocoon.
Adrian.
He’s holding me in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, his palm slowly stroking my sweat-damp hair away from my face.
My shaky fingers feel up his chest and down his tattooed bicep to his forearm, mechanically searching for any injury.
“I’m fine, Lia. It was just a nightmare.”
I still, staring up at him. “A nightmare?”
