Adrian leaned against the large window of his penthouse, gazing at the city below. The neon lights flickered in the darkness, casting a cold, artificial glow over the streets. The world kept moving, indifferent to the chaos that now plagued his mind.
Lila knew.
She had seen him for what he was.
And she had collapsed in shock.
He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple. He hadn't meant for her to find out this way. He had wanted to keep his secret buried, to keep her at a distance—away from the truth, away from him.
But fate had other plans.
Adrian hadn't missed the sheer terror in her eyes when she saw him feeding. The way she had paled, frozen in horror, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.
He could still hear the way her heart had raced, pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. The moment she fainted, something inside him had twisted violently, and against all logic, he had caught her before she hit the ground.
