“Adrian! Stop calling me all the time, Vanessa!” Adrian’s voice rose as his phone buzzed for the umpteenth time that night.

He threw the phone onto the table, breathing hard. Before he could calm himself, the apartment doorbell rang sharply. Adrian hurried to the door and found Leviana standing there in a striking red dress.

“Adrian, we need to talk.” Leviana’s gaze was sharp; her thin smile cut like a blade.

Adrian snorted. “You too? I’ve had enough of this.”

Leviana stepped inside without waiting for permission. “If you don’t listen, you’ll regret it. You know I never joke about these things.”

Adrian clenched his fists. “You’re both trapping me....