Stella's POV
We arrived at Adrian's house Sunday evening after our beach getaway. Exhaustion clung to my bones, yet we couldn't stop touching each other. After a shared shower, we settled into bed, simply enjoying gentle caresses.
"Nightingale, I want you back under security protection," Adrian murmured, using the pet name he reserved for our tender moments. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin.
I nestled closer against his warm chest. "My handsome, I really don't need security. Nathaniel is locked away and has no idea where I live or work now. Besides, those threatening letters stopped coming a while ago."
Adrian exhaled deeply, his breath warming my neck. "Nightingale, your unstable ex isn't our only concern."
"Julian is already imprisoned," I reminded him, closing my eyes to better absorb the sensation of his fingertips skimming my shoulder.
"I'm talking about Patterson." His words sent immediate tension through my body.
