“Most of the windows are just one long sheet of glass. There’s a second smaller pane at the top. It has the latch on it,” Aria explained behind me.
I looked over my shoulder to find her standing in the middle of the room, hands on her hips. “You’re shitting me?”
“Oh, how I wish I were.”
Craning my neck, I looked up at the out-of-reach latches. “Please tell me there’s a ladder hidden somewhere in here.”
“Only the ones on the bookshelf rails, and they’re not tall enough. Even if they were, you’d break something jumping out at that height.”
“I’m going to kill your sister,” I announced as I spun to face Aria.
“You’ll have to get in line.”
“See, you’re agreeing already!” Allegra called out.
Aria’s expression darkened as she half turned to speak to her. “You have no idea how much I’m going to make you pay for this, darling sister.”
“I’ll be back in an hour to check on you.” At that, we heard footsteps moving away.
“Is this actually happening?”
At my question, Aria growled and stormed across the room to the only desk. “Is there a phone in here? Please say there’s a phone.”
My eyes swept the desk and then the walls, just in case. “No phone. And I didn’t bring my mobile. Did you?”
She shook her head in exasperation. “I left it in my office.”
“Can I ask why this is happening?”
“Because of your attitude toward me, that’s why.” Aria ran a hand over her head, smoothing her ponytail, the delicate gold rings she wore on every finger glinting in the low light. Even with a scowl on her face, she was fucking gorgeous.
Damn her.
“My attitude? Sweetheart, I’ve been nothing but polite to you since we met.”
She faced me fully. “Uh, I beg to differ. Or do you not remembering getting junk-punched for your behavior?”
“I was drunk, and you quite rightly punched me in the balls for the transgression. And yet still, I’m treated to your contempt and suspicion.” I lowered my gaze from hers, afraid I’d say something I regretted if I let my anger boil over. “Fuck. Please tell me there’s at least some alcohol in here.”
Aria shifted ever so slightly, and my hyperawareness of her pissed me off even more. My attention moved to her against my will. She sighed and pointed to a cabinet to my left. “In there. Whisky. The good stuff.”
Thank God for small mercies. I crossed the room and lowered to my haunches to open the expensive walnut cabinet. Inside, I found five bottles, including an eighteen-year-old Macallan. “You sure? This is expensive stuff.”
“Yup. And pour me a drink. A big one.”
I grinned where she couldn’t see and reached in for the bottle and two crystal glasses.
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ARIA
Eventually, the wordsI’m going to kill my sisterstopped running through my head as we finished the entire bottle of Macallan. Allegra did not return after an hour, so that one glass I’d had to calm my nerves had turned into several.
Despite the alcohol, tension stretched between me and North like a guitar string. One pull too many and it would snap.
“So …” North’s deep voice cut through the room after what felt like hours of strained silence. “It doesn’t look like your sister’s coming back. How long have you known she was a psychopath?”
Maybe it was the whisky warming my belly, or maybe I was bordering on hysterical from exhaustion and the pending need to pee, but laughter burst from my lips.
