Arabella

I pulled the towel tightly around me as I walked down the hallway. I tried not to think about the exchange with Six, or Bianca and her mission in this house.

I needed time alone—time away from all of this. The house was quiet as I walked to my bedroom.

My room was dark when I entered. The heavy curtains were still drawn, letting no light in. I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, breathing in the silence.

I turned around—and then I saw him.

Marco.

My heart skipped a beat.

He sat in the chair near my dresser, legs crossed, one arm draped casually over...