POV: Adriana
I had gone to bed with my face buried in the pillow, my eyes burning from all the crying I’d done. The wedding was over, the man I barely knew was now my husband… it was all too much. It had been a restless night for me, but at least I had gotten in some sleep. But then I heard it, something woke me up, or rather someone.
The sound of footsteps stirred me from sleep. Heavy, confident, unhurried. My eyes snapped open, my pulse racing. Someone was in the room. I froze, staring into the darkness, trying to make out who it was.
The light came on, and I squinted against it, lifting a hand to shield my eyes.
Darius Wolfe stood in the doorway, one brow raised, looking as surprised to see me as I was to see him. His tie was gone, but he still wore the same black suit from the wed
