Adam smiles and waves me over when he spots me, only for that smile to fade when he notices the stranger trailing behind me, our hands entwined. “Raya,” Adam says the moment the tray is placed on the table. “Who is this?” “Lex.” His voice is smooth and firm, a hint of danger in it that wasn’t there before. The name suits him — strong yet playful, which is the exact vibe he gives off.
