Gabriella's Pov
I paced the room, my steps quick and unsteady across the cold marble floor. My fingers twisted together at my sides and I could feel the sweat forming at my temples. My mouth was dry, but no amount of water could wash down the panic rising inside me.
Amelia. The thought of her, of what Martini may have done to her, sent violent shivers down my spine. Dead? No, she couldn’t be. I refused to believe it. But Paul acted like he knew something about this and I was going to surely have a talk with him later.
And now… now he said Martini was coming home to visit.
Which only meant one thing, he knew. Or at least, he suspected something.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I forced myself to stay upright. I couldn’t let it show. I couldn’t let Martini see right through me. I
