C8 Enough

Priscilla POV

“Careful,” I shouted instinctively when Adrian missed a step on the staircase, his body tilting dangerously before his friends caught his arm.

My heart jumped to my throat before I could stop myself. He laughed lightly, brushing it off, but I didn’t miss the slight stiffness in his movements, the way he favored one leg as they continued upstairs toward the study room