Adam left only after making sure Sofia was safe—physically, at least. His tone was clipped, his posture unreadable, like he'd switched off whatever fire had lit up his eyes earlier. The man who had charged in like a storm to protect her now stood eerily calm, distant, as if none of it had touched him.
Before stepping out the door, he spoke without looking her in the eye.
"Since you're going to be my wife, I'll have my security detail posted outside your house starting tonight," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Unless you decide to stay at my place instead. It would be more practical... considering the wedding."
Practical.
That word lodged itself in Sofia's chest like a thorn.
