(Aria)
Vincenzo guided me down the hall with a steady hand at my back. I didn’t realize how badly I was trembling until we reached my room and he paused before opening the door.
“Sit,” he murmured gently.
I obeyed without thinking.
He crouched in front of me, his hand lightly gripping my knee. “You’re safe now.”
For a second, for the first time since I stepped into this mansion, I believed him.
Then—
A shrill gasp tore through the air.
“What the hell is going on here?!”
Alice.
Of course.
She stood at the doorway like she was posing for a magazine cover, except her eyes were bulging so hard she looked seconds away from exploding.
Her gaze ping-ponged between Vincenzo kneeling in front of me, and my hand still clutching his arm.
“Oh my God,” she snapped. “You—” she pointed at me
