Adrian’s POV

The fire was still burning.

Even as the flames began to lose their height under the relentless pressure of water, the damage had already been done.

Eileen’s studio—Her work.Months of effort.Gone.

Reduced to smoke, heat, and charred remains.

But Eileen didn’t cry.Didn’t panic.Didn’t break.

She stood at a distance, one arm folded lightly across her body, the other resting against it to ease the dull ache in her shoulder. Her gaze remained fixed on the building, watching as the last visible flames flickered behind the shattered windows.

Her expression was calm.Too calm.

I stood beside her.Silent.

But the atmosphere around me—Was different.

Colder.Sharper.More dangerous than it had ever...