ADRIANNA’S POV

As we approached and I got a closer look at him, I realized he wasn’t the amber-eyed bodyguard but the driver that brought us. Kane.

A sliver of fear crept into my chest and I hesitated on seeing him. The look he gave me and his words yesterday still clung to me like a dark suffocating fog. Just thinking of them made my stomach tie itself to a tight knot.

The older maid, noticing how tense and hesitant I was, cast a furtive scowl at me and in a low tone said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with you but we’re here now, so you’d better be on...