Arianna’s POV
I pressed my hands against my temples, fighting the panic rising again.
And then, a thin beam slipped through the high, dusty window. Warm. Soft. Sunlight.
My breath caught as the realization slammed into me.
“It’s morning,” Camille’s trembling hand clenched around mine.
“We’ll be fine,” I whispered, but my voice shook too much to believe it.
The sunlight illuminated the dust in the air, the peeling paint on the walls… and the hopelessness settling in my stomach.
Charles was coming.
My mind kept running back to Killian.
What would he think when I didn’t show up at work?
Would he worry? Would he call?
Would he notice before it was too late?
If he didn’t find me…
A shiver crawled down my spine as I stared at the dirty floor, trying to force my brain to work. To th
