Raya stood motionless beside the grand bed, her bare feet cold against the polished marble floor as the three women stared at her like predators who had finally cornered their prey.
Their gazes carried a mixture of disgust, curiosity, and raw satisfaction... as if they had walked in to inspect something filthy… or something dangerously threatening that needed to be eliminated.
For a few heavy, suffocating seconds, no one spoke. The broken door hung crookedly on its hinges behind them, wood splinters scattered across the floor like silent witnesses to the invasion.
Raya's fingers slowly tightened around the long sleeves of Adrian's oversized black shirt, the fabric hanging loosely over her smaller, thinner frame. The soft, expensive material brushed gently against her thighs, still carrying the faint, haunting scent of him, that familiar mix of cologne, power, and distant danger that clung stubbornly to every thread.
