Chapter 74
- Arabella
- The kitchen was cold. The only source of light came from the pale glow of the fridge. I poured myself a glass of milk with trembling hands. My fingers could barely hold the glass steady.
- The Falcone estate was eerily quiet. Most people had gone to bed, and the guards were unusually silent. My bare feet padded softly against the marble tiles as I slipped into the corner near the window.