ERIN
When Aria stepped into the dim light of this dungeon, I almost didn't recognize her. There's something off about her—her eyes, a shade darker, twinkling with an unfamiliar glint; her lips, plumper as if kissed by a rather generous bee; and her hair, cascading down her shoulders, longer and more luscious than I remembered. My heart wanted to leap at the sight of her, but my brain... my brain was sounding alarm bells.
"Aria, since when do you believe chaining someone to a bed is the best way to have a conversation with them ?" I couldn't keep the sarcasm from dripping off every word, even as I struggled against the cold metal digging into my wrists.
She sighed, a sound that seemed to carry a weight of unspoken things. "Erin, you know if it were up to me, we wouldn't be here. But with
