ADRIAN
Isabella couldn’t go home yet. Daniel made that clear. So I stayed. Even though every part of me wanted to walk out of that hospital and hunt down the man who touched her. Even though my blood burned with the need to move, to act, to destroy. I stayed. Because she needed me more.
Luca left to get clothes from the house—bags already prepared by the head maid, who always anticipated emergencies better than any soldier. Tobias and Nico stayed inside the room, silent and alert. My men filled the hallway, taking shifts, guarding every inch like a war was about to break out.
Outside the hospital, more men were stationed at every exit, every parking lot, every blind spot. Anyone suspicious was reported immediately. No one was getting near her again. Not while I was breathing.
The hospi
