Arabella

Six followed me until I reached the restroom. I glared at him before walking in, hatred burning in my veins at the way he shadowed my every move.

Just as I was about to shut the door, he put his foot between it. “I’ll be out here waiting for you,” he said, his voice cold and possessive.

I didn’t reply. I tried to close the door again, but he didn’t move his foot.

“Don’t lock it,” he instructed, eyes narrowing with suspicion that made my stomach clench.

I huffed and nodded. He pulled away, and I shut the door. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest that...