Lara's POV
I stood in Marco's room again, and for a moment the familiar scent of him wrapped around me like an invisible pull. The air was warm with traces of his cologne, the faint spice of his skin, and something impossibly comforting that brought back memories I wished I could forget.
It felt strange to be here after everything that happened. Strange to breathe in a space that felt too intimate, and too dangerous for my already fragile heart.
The new maid helped me carry my things inside, her voice gentle as she explained the instructions she had been given. Marco had told her to assist me. Marco had told her to bring me back to his room. Marco had arranged all of this before his parents arrived.
