**Arena

Mateo moved beneath me, and I peeled my eyes open. “Mateo?” I asked groggily.

“It’s alright, mi tesora. We’ve just arrived at the safehouse,” Mateo replied, kissing my forehead.

The safehouse. I looked out the window and had to bite back a laugh. It wasn’t as big as Mateo’s other home, true, but it was still a mansion, not some bunker in the woods.

“Jeeves,” Mateo said once his trusty driver had come to our door, “would ...