Aria's POV
"Very well, Mr. Hawthorne. I understand how you think."
I didn't want to see either of them again, and I turned to leave.
Damon never said a single word the entire time.
Not far off, Noah stood quietly at the corner.
It seemed he'd been waiting there for me for a long time.
The hospital's air conditioning was turned up high, and a thin mist had fogged his lenses.
He came to my side, his eyes seeming to see through everything.
He took out a bandage and carefully tended to my wound.
"Aria, I've been waiting for you to say those words."
"Take me away, Noah."
Noah raised an eyebrow, a flicker of excitement in his eyes. "Ready whenever you are. What do you need me to arrange? As for your father, I'll have him escorted to Whitemoon territory by helicopter."
He held my hand
