Six

I heard her.

Not in the way I wanted to. Not in the way I ever should have.

I stood outside that door like a goddamn statue—like a fool—trying not to react to the sounds coming from inside. They weren’t screams or pleas. They were soft sighs of pleasure—Arabella moaning in pleasure.

I could recognize that voice anywhere. I’d heard it one too many times, replayed it a billion more in my head. Her voice always did wonders to me, and yet in this moment, it filled me with dread.

I stopped thinking. It was hard, but it was the only way to keep my mind from overdrive, the...