ISABELLA
Adrian reacted before I even understood what was happening. One second, we were in the hospital lobby waiting for the car. The next, a blast shook the ground, the windows rattled, and screams filled the air. Adrian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me, shielded me with his body, and pulled me toward the nearest exit.
“We’re leaving,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Now.”
There was no room for argument. No room for fear. Only movement. His men swarmed around us, forming a wall as we rushed through a side corridor and out a staff exit. The hospital was no longer safe. The explosion wasn’t random. It wasn’t an accident.
It was a warning. And the next one might not miss.
The drive home was tense and silent. Adrian held my hand the entire time, thumb brushing over my knuckles like h
