Ariana’s POV
I woke up feeling slightly light-headed, but once my eyes opened, my first instinct was to reach for the deed. I turned in my bed, stretching my hand toward the bottom side.
The moment my fingers brushed the edge of the book, my heart stopped beating like a drum.
“Miss Ariana.” A guard’s voice came from outside, and I straightened slightly in my seated position.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s a guard, miss. You have a visitor.”
“Who is it?” I repeated, already feeling the bitter shape of the answer forming in my mind.
“Wait, let me guess,” I said when the image settled.
“Is it…” I started.
“Ruben, Miss Ariana.” the man finished.
I sighed. “Of course it’s him. Tell him I’m busy and he should come back later.”
“I’m very sorry, Miss Ariana, but he said he has something u
