"London has become terrifying," Adrian murmured as he gazed out of the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows at the beach outside.
No one but Little Emma could make him sigh like that. While in London, he had only reduced his visits to the little one's house—not stopped going. So, every time he encountered her eyes—mingling indignation, melancholy, and dissatisfaction—he always felt a touch of tingling on his scalp. Although Keira's personality had twisted, it was his own doing. No matter how she changed, it was within his control, but Little Emma was different.
