Chapter 50

• I blinked a few times, shaking off the lingering haze clouding my thoughts. My vision cleared, and I found Hadrian’s face devoid of expression, though the inner circle of his gray pupils pulsed with flickers of crimson.
• Is he angry with me? I wondered, attempting to decipher his impassive demeanor.
• My gaze wandered, landing on a book lying open on the nightstand beside the bed—definitely not mine. It had to be Hadrian’s.