For hours, he had prowled his house, trying to find some peace from the questions plaguing him. There were no answers to be found. Damn, women could screw up a man's life. He had loved his mother and she had left him, betraying his tender heart and now all of this with Celeste. The shadows closed in around him and he leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "What do you see when you look out there?" Celeste's voice came from the darkness of his bed. Adam whirled around to find her curled up in the middle of the mattress, her blue eyes fixed on his naked body. "How the hell did you get in here? I know for a fact that Jakar would never have let you in." "Who said I needed Jakar to let me in? He would never try to stop me." Celeste shrugged. "Your friend fears me, Adam." "He should, shouldn't he? If he got in your way, you would destroy him without a thought. He's nothing to you." "That's true. Jakar doesn't mean anything to me. But he means something to you. That is why I wouldn't hurt him, even if he asked me to.
