Page 177 of Legacy
She’s perfect.
Mine.
“Adriana,” I whisper, brushing more strands behind her ear. “You’re okay.”
I brush my nose gently against hers, then pull back enough to meet her eyes.
Wait for them to catch.
And they do.
Her pupils focus.
There she is.
She inhales shakily, then exhales, her chest lifting. Swallowing hard.
“What happened?” she asks.
Her eyes flick away, scanning the room. The clink of chains, the smell of blood, Levon’s twitching body. But none of it matters. Not now.
All that matters is her.
I take a slow breath, steadying myself, though I’m not sure if it’s for her sake or mine.
I reach for her hand. It’s sticky with blood. Some of it hers, most of it not.
“What happened with Rachel?”
She blinks at me, still gathering pieces of herself.
“The redhead?” she asks, brow furrowed.
I nod.
Her expression hardens. No hesitation. No apology.
“She called me a cow,” she says flatly. “Said you bought one.”
My jaw clenches.
“I didn’t think,” she continues, “I just—reacted.”
I believe it.
I saw it in her eyes the second she walked in here, she was still in that place. That rush.
“Is she breathing?” I ask.
Adriana nods. “Probably.”
I smirk.My girl.
Then I turn to Nico.
“Get Rachel out of the club,” I say. “Hand her over to Maksim. She works for him now.”
Nico raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. “You want her sent to Smash?”
