Aria
I came out of the kitchen with the bowl of water in my hands and a dry towel under my arm.
Last night's images wouldn't stop roaming in my head. Ethan's face in pain, the blood, the helplessness that clawed at me. I'd been so scared. Sleep had been impossible. I'd stayed by his side the whole night, watching every twitch of his brow, every uneven breath.
Kaden had tried to convince me to rest after he moved Ethan to a bed, but I couldn't. The only time I left was to shower quickly and clean my own wound before coming back to him.
Somewhere between the hours of sitting there, holding his hand and counting his breaths, it hit me how much I couldn't lose him. He didn't think twice about throwing himself in harm's way for me, taking the fall no matter the cost. And that terrified me,
