Arielle’s POV
The sound of rain hitting the windows woke me before dawn.
I woke up to the sound of the rain, and for a few seconds the memory of last night came back in fragments, from the gunfire to the stranger and Viktor’s expression when he saw the symbol carved into that man’s wrist coupled with the way he refused to explain anything afterward.
I pushed myself upright slowly, wincing when pain shot through my shoulder. My muscles still ached from everything that had happened over the past few days. It was insane how quickly chaos had become normal around him.
The bedroom was quiet except for the storm outside. Pale morning light was filtering through the dark curtains, casting shadows across the expensive furniture.
I climbed out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, on opening
