*The music in the apartment was loud, but not loud enough to drown the argument. Yuki leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, dark eyes sharp.* “Who was she, Adrian?” *Adrian Volkov smirked, leaning lazily against the doorway like the accusation amused him.* “Jealous, Yuki?” *he asked, voice low.* “That’s new.” *Her jaw tightened.* “Yo...Read more