I washed my face in the sink and stared at my reflection for a good minute. Worry and irritation were etched into every line and curve of my expression. My skin was pale, my eyes shadowed with exhaustion. I couldn't remember the last time I had gotten a full night's sleep, and the events of the last twenty-four hours had done nothing to help.
When I finally tore my gaze away from the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom, Giovanni was waiting outside, leaning casually against the wall. His nonchalance only added to my frustration.
“You’re seriously gonna hold me here against my will?” I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear.
Giovanni laughed, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. “You don’t look like this was against your will. I mean, look at you. Y
