ADRIANA'S POV
My jaw was quick to drop and my eyes flickered over the message again before I gasped.
Holy shit.
My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at the message.
"Who's Henry? He's with Grace."
I swallowed hard. This wasn't possible. This couldn't be possible.
Henry? The same Henry who had betrayed Vincenzo? The same man who had been feeding lies to Don Lorenzo, twisting information to suit his own agenda? The same Henry who I was still trying to believe was able to do that? That Henry was now with Grace? Oh fuck, Grace was probably not aware that he was the traitor, she would probably trust him. Shit shit shit!
A cold shiver ran down my spine as my mind raced with worst-case scenarios.
I immediately dialed Hale's number, pressing the phone tightly to my ear as I rushed up the stairs to my room.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three times.
"Come on, Hale. Pick up," I muttered under my breath as I flung open the door to my room.
Finally, the line connected.
