Chapter 22. The Dress

I woke alone, but the scent of Marco lingered around me, ensuring that I knew he hadn't left too long ago. A light knock has me pulling the door open. Elmay stands, grinning while holding a tray.

She bounds through the door, throwing herself down on the bed.

"Eat! Apparently, you're having a ladies' day." I peer at her, confused, and she giggles. "Lorenzo has a fight coming up. You need a dress for it, so Felicity and Iz are taking you shopping.

"Wait, when is this fight?" He has the gun now, even I know he will have it.

"Next week." She grins at me.

"I shouldn't still be here next week." I should be gone. He has his gun now. Why is he planning on keeping me around for longer?

"You're his guest, Lucia. I keep telling you that." She laughs at my face.

"If I'm simply a guest, I can leave." She stops at my words, glancing towards the door. "Exactly, I'm not a guest, as I'm not free to leave." I'm still his fucking