Maria Reyes
The mansion was still and calm compared to when I was brought back. Hector had stormed out minutes ago and overtook most of his guards with him. Only a few guards stayed. They stood silent in the corners with their eyes shinning in the low light—always watching.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers twisted on my dress's soft, worn hem. My mind was in chaos. Thoughts of Naomi hurt. Where was she? Her last text—"Can’t talk now. In a meeting"—felt like a lie.
Was she in danger? Was she betraying me? Or had Darian taken her too? I needed to talk to someone. But I've been trapped in a fancy cage. No comfort.
I stood up. My bare feet sank into the thick rug. I looked up. I craved company, a distraction, comfort. Then I thought of my mother. Hector only said one thing about her
