Gianna

When I get to the room not even ten minutes later, I find Marcus already there.

He whirls around to glare at me and asks me loudly, “Where were you!?”

“I was just walking around,” I lie. “To tell you the truth, I got lost. I didn’t really know my way around. This was my first time out of the room without assistance.”

His gaze softens and he claims in a much lower voice, “Of course. I didn’t think about that at all. It’s a good thing you made it here.”

He closes ...