MARIA'S POV
I couldn't believe it. It was nobody else but Mr. Arnold, the same man I pushed out of my room the night of my encounter with Connor.
Seeing him alone angered me, and it brought memories of that horrible period when things were even worse in my life.
"You sent those men to bring me here? I don't remember having any business with you, so you should let me go," I voiced, a little fear piercing through the wall of anger as he walked closer to me. I had no idea what he had in mind to do with me, but I wanted nothing to do with him.
I just wanted to return home. As if my life wasn't miserable enough, now this? Seriously? Mr. Arnold trying to bend me to his will?
"Look at you?" He chuckled as he stopped walking closer. He glanced down at my body, and his eyes trailed every inch
