Ariana's Pov
* One week later*
I didn’t want anything more than to go to my room and rest.
A lot had happened, and with the constant threats to my life, whether I liked it or not, Marco was right.
I had to remain closer to the house so if anything bad happened, I’d be within close range of help.
I wasn’t a weakling, but the enemies we dealt with weren’t pushovers.
They were merciless. It was better not to act carelessly.
But I couldn’t stand the fact that it would keep me in their sights longer, and watching my stepfather and mother show love to each other was something I dreaded.
I entered my room and plopped onto my bed.
For some reason, it felt like the more I slept, the more I got tired—or maybe it was just the weight of everything pressing down on me at the moment.
I shu
