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♤Adrian♤ I handed her a glass of water and watched as she took a sip. She tilted the glass slightly and glanced at me. “Thank you,” she murmured. I shook my head and walked to the other side of the bed, sitting down. “It’s nothing,” I replied quietly. She looked at me over her shoulder before turning away.  Silence settled between us, not uncomfortable, but certainly not easy. Something unspoken lingered in the air. She stared at the glass in her hands, perched lightly on the bed. “About Derrick,” she began. “He’s been taken care of,” I interrupted, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She set the glass on the nightstand and turned to face me, folding her legs beneath her. “The police? Will he be tried?” she asked. I met her gaze. Curiosity—and something harder to define—swirled in her blue eyes. My lips lifted slightly, though nothing was amusing. “For now? No. He’s got a score to settle with me first. Once that’s done, the authorities can have him,” I said. A small smile tugged at her lips bef