Adrian led her into his private study. The room was cold, modern, and dominated by a massive mahogany desk. On top of it, a sleek black phone was already ringing, the screen flashing with Damian’s assistant’s number.

Adrian didn't release her wrist until they were standing right in front of the desk. He picked up the phone, tapped the screen, and placed it on the desk between them on speaker.

"She's listening, Damian," Adrian said, his voice cold and commanding.

"Aurora!" Damian’s voice immediately exploded through the speaker. He sounded frantic, angry, and completely stripped of his usual arrogant composure. "Are you out of your mind? What are you doing...