Your death is in my hand

Her eyes roamed around the room. It was the first time in weeks since she returned to the De Luca that she was in the room.

It was just the same way she left it.

Arabella wrinkled her nose and sat up on the bed as she heard a knock.

Opening the door, thinking it was Janice, she peeped. But recoiled as soon as her eyes stayed on Sandro's.

"Belle."

Sandro grinned at her. But Arabella knew the smile wasn't from within him.

Heck, it was one of the most dangerous smiles she saw him smile often and when he did that, something often was about to happen.

She staggered back inside as Sandro moved closer to her.

He shut the door and stayed there, assessing her. Sandro's lips stretch out in a full smile and he inhaled before letting it out slowly.

Arabella's scent wafted into his nostril and he furrowed his brows as his díck reacted.

He assumed being with Thalia would wash away her thoughts from his system but it did nothing.

Being in the presence of Arabella felt as though he was drugged over a