The mention of Nina shattered the pre-dawn silence in the foyer completely.
Adrian stepped toward Lydia, his shadow looming over her, his dark eyes instantly blackening like an approaching storm. Something feral had taken hold of his features, stripping away the polished composure he usually wore like armor.
For a moment, Lydia almost didn't recognize him at all… this was not the controlled, calculating man she'd built a life with, but something rawer, something unleashed, something that frightened her even as it drew her closer.
"You are the one I'm getting married to, Lydia!" Adrian slammed his hand against the wall right beside her head, the force rattling the framed canvas behind her. His voice cracked through the quiet penthouse like thunder. "What more could you possibly want?!"
