I get out of bed and head to the window. Looking at the moon always helps calm me, but of course, themoon is hidden behind a flurry of moody gray clouds.
Nothing rivals the moody gray of a certain someone’s eyes, though.
Jesus, Charlotte—stop thinking about him.
The problem is that he’s f*****g everywhere.
He’s in every nook and cranny of this house.
He’s in Evie’s eyes when she gets sad and melancholy.
Taking advantage of my freedom, I leave the room and head downstairs. The plan is to sit by the poolfor a little bit. I just need some fresh air. A place to clear my head.
But I slow down as I pass the cellar.
I can’t quite believe that Lucio would bring in another prisoner, especially after what happened withEvie the last time.
But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that Lucio would g
