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Frame. Confirmed by Kaz. Protect for Jennie.

It hits me like a punch in the chest—he could’ve had Logan killed. He had every reason to. Every justification. But he didn’t.

Because of me.

Because something in Adrian Rusnak—this brutal, violent man feared by everyone—loves me enough to do the one thing no one else in my life has ever done.

Keep me safe.

Even if I never thanked him for it.

Even if I never knew.

Even if I hated him for it.

I cover my face with my hands and sob harder, the sound muffled but raw, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’ve just discovered.

I don’t know what to do with this.

I don’t know how to face him.

But one thing is very clear now.

Adrian didn’t trap me in this life.

He chose me.

And despite everything…he’s been trying to prove himself to me all along.

Just then, the door creaks open.

I flinch, startled, and look up—my breath catching when I see him.

Adrian.

He steps inside the panic room, calm and unreadable, but the second his eyes land on me, something shifts in them. A flicker of awareness. Of knowing.

He walks toward me slowly, his gaze dropping to the open notebook in my lap.

Without a word, he takes it from my trembling hands and shuts it with a soft thud.

His voice is low. Controlled. “Why are you going through my things,zayka?”

I try to speak, but my throat closes up.

All the anger I thought I’d feel is gone. All the confusion, all the questions—drowned beneath the wave of something so much deeper.

My chest caves in as I look at him.

And then I do the only thing I can think to do.

I stand up and throw my arms around him, pressing my face to his chest as the sobs tear out of me again.

He stiffens in surprise.

Then, slowly, his arms wrap around me.

Tight. Protective. Warm.