LAYLA

My fingers curled around the parchment Adrian had given me and when I set the mug down the tea was just lukewarm.

As I tried to read the exquisite script, the ink continued to smudge beneath my fingers. It was definitely from Drake, the man I had once believed would be my mate but who had turned me down. I was baffled as to why he sent me this. How did Adrian get it anyway? I turned to face Adrian who had somehow gotten closer to me while I was absorbed in my thoughts.

His eyes were unreadable and calculated as he stared at me. His normally composed manner...