Marcel must be pulling her legs right now, Arianna thought at first at that suggestion. But when she glanced up at him, all she could see was his passive, get-down-to-business demeanor. He couldn't be serious? She found that hard to believe.
Her tongue stuck out to lick her lower lips while she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. It was obvious to everyone in there that she was having a hard time coming to a decision.
Trust Marcel? That was the worst decision she could ever made. The last time she trusted him, she ended up being served on a platter of gold to Big Joe. But he did come back to save her, her inner mind argued.
Save her butt! He had only been there to use her to lure Elijah out - thankfully, he didn't show off. Whenever Elijah was, Arianna hoped he hid well because she didn't know what Marcel would do if he got her hands on him nor would she forgive herself if he was captured as a result of her mistake.
