Arabella

I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until my chest started to ache.

My fingers were tight around the rim of my wine glass, my feet frozen beneath me like they didn’t trust the ground. But nothing had exploded. No one had pulled a gun. Marco had smiled, kissed my cheek like everything was fine.

Francesco was dragged out, yelling. But still, everything was fine. My head was still on my neck and, well, Six was in one piece.

I searched for him in the crowd. I bit the inner corner of my mouth to stop myself from smiling. Danger wasn’t far away yet.

I let out a...