BALIA
Later at night, Senna returned home. I knew he was back from the familiar roar of his engine as he drove through the gates. I didn't feel that jolt of anxiety that always came back when he was around. All I could feel was a thrill. I was soon going to be out of here in no time.
I was sitting in the sunroom when I heard the sound of boots thudding against the marble floors. Standing to my feet, I went to hide behind the pillar, standing directly outside the sunroom.
Senna stopped, and one of the guards came to stand beside him. I stood there, listening.
"Where is he?" Senna asked.
"He's waiting in the drawing room. He has been there since he arrived."
"Alright."
"Should I bring him to you?"
"Don't worry. I'll go to him." Senna replied and patted the man on his arm before he be
