Samantha

I was doing a good job at hiding how scared I was.

I could not even point to a particular reason as the source of my fear. Maybe it was because I felt he had caught me spying on him through the door, which was more like a privacy evasion.

But why should I let such thoughts have a hold of me?

I was in a more legal position to have access to every nook and cranny of the house, as compared to anyone besides Gabriel himself and maybe Cassandra.

If anything, Anton was supposed to be the ...