The heavy mattress shifted, and a sudden draft of cold air hit my bare shoulders. I reached blindly for the duvet, my eyes still heavy with sleep, but my fingers caught nothing but empty space."Up," a deep voice commanded.I blinked against the dim light of the bedroom, my vision clearing to find Adrian standing at the foot of the bed. He wore a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, but his face carried the grim expression of a man who hadn't slept a wink since we left his family's chaotic dinner table. He threw a heavy, black garment bag across the mattress. It landed with a dull thud right next to my legs."What is that?" I muttered, my throat dry. I pushed myself up on my elbows, squinting at the clock on the nightstand. The glowing red numbers read 1:30 AM. My stomach twisted with instant anxiety. "Adrian, it's the middle of the night.""We have an appointment at two-thirty," he said, turning toward the full-length mirror to adjust his cuffs. "You have twenty minutes to get
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