Author's POV
The clock moved to 3 a.m. Aria’s eyes slowly started to flutter. The quiet stillness of the early hour filled the room; the soft rhythm of breathing was breaking it. She felt warmth surrounding her body, and she instinctively leaned closer to it, seeking comfort.
The hardness of his muscles provided the protection she was trying to find in the cold environment. Feeling the hardness, her eyes slowly started to open and she came face to face with, making her heart sink.
Vincent.
Her heart started pounding in her chest. Her mind quickly recalled the terrifying incident where he had played with her life, as if her existence had no value.
The thought struck her, and tears formed in her brown eyes, beginning to fall uncontrollably.
Then… something clicked. A realization struck
