"Who is there?"
Gianna had to inhale deeply to center herself before she could answer the question which would either guarantee her access into the Whitman mansion, or turn her out entirely.
"Gianna Aldo," she managed through gritted teeth, the words strained, her hands yet shaking by her sides, fingers twitching with barely restrained fury.
How dare Zane?
And why had he punched Noah to prove a useless, arrogant point about worthiness? Must his stupidity run that far, stretch that wide, infect everything?
And here she had been, thinking him intentional, thoughtful…
She scoffed under her breath, sharp and bitter, tugging her hands into the front pockets of her pants just as she heard the gate finally opening with a low mechanical groan. Best not to give the guard—or whoever had asked for her name—a reason to ask more questions, or worse, turn her away.
She had to see Zane.
Had to tell him the fucking truth.
Had to tell him to stay away from her.
"Welcome, Miss Gianna…"
