Ariana’s POV
I didn’t turn, I just waited and listened to the approaching footsteps behind me.
My heart quickened. So there was someone in the room after all?
“Who is it?” I asked, my hand clutching the box I had been opening. Thankfully, it was solid—much like a block.
The footsteps drew nearer, and I lifted the box in my hand.
“I asked a question,” I warned. The footsteps slowed, but still no response.
“If you don’t answer, you’ll force me to do what I don’t want to,” I said, my voice firm with finality.
The footsteps neared, ignoring my warnings, and my grip tightened around the box.
From the faint shadow stretching across the floor, I could tell the figure was within striking distance.
I spun sharply, ready to swing—but mid-turn, I froze when I saw it was Ruben.
I couldn’t
