To the Club

Valentina paced back and forth in her room, the walls of the packhouse feeling more like a prison with each passing day.

Ever since Lucian's visit, her father had doubled down on security, assigning guards to watch her every move as if she were some fragile object that needed constant protection. She understood his concerns, especially after Lucian's appearance had set everyone on edge, but enough was enough.

It has been three weeks!

She needed freedom. Fresh air. A sense of normalcy. And most of all, she needed to get out of this suffocating house.

Throwing herself onto her bed with a groan, she stared up at the ceiling, trying to come up with a plan. It wasn't like she could just walk out the front door—her father had made sure of that. He always had someone keeping an eye on her. But Valentina was nothing if not determined. She wasn't going to let a couple of overprotective guards stop her.