Chapter 7 THE UNWELCOMED GUEST

Anabella Pov

I'm staring at a man with golden hair, a man with a nervous smile on his face. My hand drops from the peephole, and I open the door, my mouth agape.

"Annabella," he says, his smile widening, but his eyes are filled with a strange kind of desperation. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

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