POV: Adriana
I sat on the edge of my bed, just looking blankly at the folded hoodie in my lap — his hoodie. The soft fabric still smelled faintly like him. It had been four days since Darius left for the Fiery Run, and every day since, I’d cried myself to sleep in one of his hoodies.
Monday had marked the start of my internship at The House of Laurent headquarters, and today was Thursday. But even surrounded by new faces, my mind kept going back to him, thinking about him.
Was he eating well? Was he sleeping well? Was he hurt? I didn’t know — and not knowing was slowly killing me.
I couldn't count how many times I had picked up my phone to call him, my thumb hovering over his number, desperate to hear his voice — but Caleb’s words always kept ringing in my head.
“He can’t pick your c
