Arianna’s POV
I let out a breath once Killian and Elliot had left. I forced myself to move, crossing the marble lobby and stepping into the elevator. The doors closed, the quiet swallowing me whole. I didn't look at myself in the mirrored panel because I knew exactly what I'd see.
Killian had successfully gotten under my skin again.
On the third floor, I stepped out and made my way down the hallway to my room. The moment the door closed behind me, I collapsed onto the bed like air had been holding me up and finally gave out.
My phone buzzed.
Camille.
Perfect timing.
I hit video call and her face filled the screen. She was propped up on her pillows, bonnet slightly crooked, face mask drying like green cement. Her eyes were too awake for whatever time it was.
“Hey, girlie,” she
