Arabella

I couldn’t breathe.

Marco’s voice still rang in my ears, echoing down the hall long after I left the dining room.

I slipped away the moment he stood and ordered everyone to leave. The chaos in that room was suffocating. Six had gone still, a bored expression on his face as always, but I saw it—the way his eyes flicked toward me when I flinched at the sound of Marco’s fist hitting wood.

Francesco and Bianca exchanged glances like this wasn’t the first time. Like they’d been waiting for him to snap.

I hurried up the stairs, heart hammering in my chest. I didn’t stop until I reached the...