Alek didn't come to my room that night. I should have known he wouldn’t when he didn’t promise to return. Still, each time I opened my door, I’d find Nico’s broad back standing guard, motionless, staring out at nothing. Every time I asked what he was doing, he’d just say, “Nothing. Call me if you need anything.”
After three days in this mansion, I finally get a call from Serena. I lie on my belly in bed while we talk, my fingers tangled in the sheets as I spill everything that’s happened.
“That is insane,” she says. “In just three days? I thought you’d be having a blast by now.” She's at home, and her husband is asleep beside her so she is talking quietly. It makes me a little envious. I haven’t woken up next to Alek even once since we got married. It’s hard to believe it's still not bee
