Adrian remained motionless. He stood perfectly centered in her narrow doorway, hands sliding casually into the pockets of his tailored trousers, as if he owned the space between them. "I came to see you, Nina."
"Well, sorry," Nina said, her voice dropping into a flat, dangerous monotone that could have frozen water. "I'm not interested." She didn't shift an inch to let him view the interior of her apartment, keeping her shoulder pressed firmly against the heavy wooden frame like a barricade.
The weight of her body against the door felt like the only thing standing between her present and her past… between the woman she'd become and the ghost of who she used to be. "Leave. Right now."
