Chapter 18
The next morning, Ariana slowly opened her eyes. For a moment she forgot where she was. The soft couch beneath her. The unfamiliar ceiling. The faint smell of Damien’s cologne still lingering around the room. Then suddenly, everything came rushing back. The gun. The fear. Falling asleep beside Damien.
Ariana quickly sat up and looked around the living room quietly. Damien wasn’t there. She frowned slightly. The blanket covering her body slowly slipped down her shoulder as she stood up carefully. The mansion was silent. Too silent. Ariana brushed her messy hair behind her ear and looked around nervously.
“Damien?” she called softly. No answer. She took a few careful steps forward. Then suddenly—the bathroom door opened.
Ariana froze instantly. Damien walked out slowly,
