Marcel's pov
After Christina's statement, silence fell over the room, but was broken by a murmured conversation between Melissa and Becca.
Arden was the first to finish his meal. He declined dessert, muttering something about having a task to complete for me.
I nodded absentmindedly, gazing at Christina. I had been doing that quite a lot for the past few minutes, and though I'd like to tell myself that it was out of curiosity, I know it was more than that.
She seemed so fidgety, her hands trembling every time she held the spoon and brought it up to her mouth. For some reason, I wanted to calm her down, to tell her that she had nothing to fear and that I would take care of her.
I shook my head immediately. Where had that thought come from? I had no intentions of making her at ease, in
