“Raka isn’t someone to be taken lightly, Adrian. Are you sure you want to challenge him?” the voice on the phone sounded strained.

Adrian stood on the hospital balcony, the morning wind brushing his face. His body still felt weak, but his eyes burned with fire. “I don’t care who he is. I won’t let him come near Deviana again.”

“But—”

“I didn’t ask for advice. I asked for action.” Adrian ended the call with a cold click.

When he turned, Deviana was already standing in the doorway of the room, her face drawn with fatigue. “Who were you on the phone with?” she asked suspiciously.

Adrian took a breath,...