VIOLET POV Adrian moves like a storm-calculated, dangerous, and fast.The crowd have way for him to pass immediately, sensing the anger rolling off his broad shoulders. His eyes don't leave mine, dark and burning with barely restrained fury.Mason notices, of course. He always does. His grip on my waist tightens slightly, more for show than comfort. "Well, damn," he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under."I force a smile, heart hammering against my ribs. "Good thing you're hard to kill, then.""Harder than his ego, that's for sure.""Stop it," I mutter, trying to suppress the nervous laugh bubbling in my throat. "He's almost here.""Good. Now, remember rule two," Mason whispers, stepping back just enough to give Adrian a clear view of his hand still resting on my hip. "No shrinking. Make him regret every damn decision he ever made."Adrian stops a foot away, his presence swallowing the space between us. His jaw ticks, lips pressed int
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