Arabella

Sunlight filtered through the large windows in the room as my eyelids fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the light. I yawned and stretched, tapping the other side of the bed, finding it empty.

I jolted up fast, realizing Six was not in bed. It was sunny and bright outside, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep.

I was always tossing in bed, plagued by thoughts of Marco, but last night, I had fallen into the deepest sleep ever, not even noticing when he got out of bed.

Peeking off the covers, my cheeks flushed as memories of last night rushed in. For the...