Marlowe's heart jumped, the sudden shout making her startle, and her body followed when she heard Adrian's call, her chair scraping back as she stood. She knew that tone, the sharp edge of fear in it. It could only mean that something serious was up, something dire enough to break through Adrian's usual calm.
As she moved, Serena followed out of curiosity, her own heart picking up pace at the tension in the air. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight her eyes landed on, the image searing into her mind. What the hell? The man who always seemed invincible now looked... fragile.
"Mr. Draven, are you alright?" Marlowe asked, her professional mask slipping just enough to reveal her concern as she took in his pallor, the sheen of sweat on his brow.
