Ariana’s POVThe knock came again—sharp, impatient, echoing through the penthouse like a warning shot.I froze. Leo stepped in front of me without thinking, his arm brushing mine, tense like a wire pulled too tight.“Ariana,” he whispered, barely moving his lips, “don’t answer that yet.”My heartbeat hammered against my ribs. The storm outside pressed against the glass like it wanted to come in, wind howling, rain slashing sideways. Everything felt too loud—my pulse, the thunder, the shallow rise and fall of Leo’s breath.Another knock. This one harder.“Ariana Navarro,” the voice repeated, deeper this time. “Open the door. Now.”Leo muttered under his breath, “That doesn’t sound like hotel staff.”“No,” I said, trying to swallow the dryness in my throat. “It doesn’t.”I took a step back, my heel brushing against the edge of the rug. Leo positioned himself fully in front of me now, shoulders square, soaked clothes clinging to him from earlier. He looked like he was ready to fight whoe
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