8
Arabella
Six followed me until I reached the restroom. I glared at him before walking in, hatred burning in my veins at the way he shadowed my every move.
Just as I was about to shut the door, he put his foot between it. “I’ll be out here waiting for you,” he said, his voice cold and possessive.
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