Marco

I blinked. “What?”

Francesco’s voice turned cold. “In all this madness… where is she? I mean, I haven’t seen her around.”

I turned sharply, feeling the rage well up inside me. “Six is with her.”

His expression twisted. “And where the hell is Six?”

I clenched my jaw. “Where is Six…” I echoed. “Where is Arabella?” In all of this madness, I hadn’t stopped to think about her. I had been so consumed by my grief, I couldn’t see anything in front of me.

I pushed past him and stormed down the hall.

Her door was locked. I didn’t knock—I kicked it in. The wood cracked, and the door...