Instead of an alarm blaring in my ear, I woke up to sunlight warming my face. As I blinked my eyes open, I turned onto my side and stared out of my floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows. Not having work was almost a relief. Maybe I could get away with not having to kill that man at all.
If I could wake up like this every day, I’d be set.
When I decided to finally drag myself out of bed, I turned onto my back and noticed three black bags on the edge of my bed. I shuffled to the headboard and eyed them for a couple of moments. Cristian had been here, inside my bedroom, to give me these while I slept this morning. It had to have been him because Cristian wouldn’t let Marco come near me, not after last night.
The way he had told me not to touch Marco with such cruelty made it seem like he was al
