Chapter 18

Miles let out a slow breath, shaking his head as if he had already expected this. He exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face in frustration.

“Good luck with that,” he muttered dryly, before turning on his heels. He didn’t spare Adrian another glance as he walked toward the door.

Because if he did... he might actually say something he’d regret.

He couldn’t watch Adrian like this. He couldn’t watch him unraveling, spiraling into something ugly.

It reminded him too much of the past. Back when Adrian Blackwood was a man people feared, not admired. Back when his fists spoke louder than his words, when he thrived in chaos, when his name meant violence and blood, not flashing cameras and magazine covers.

Back when he was everything Miles had tried to avoid becoming.

And Miles had been thankful for the change. Thankful that Bianca’s betrayal all those years ago had somehow broken Adrian enough to make him walk away from that life. To choos