Aria's pov
The noise followed me out, muted, distant, like the world was still happening somewhere far behind me, but I had already stepped out of it.
The balcony doors slid shut with a soft click. Finally some silence.
The cool air brushed against my skin, steadying me. I rested my hands lightly against the railing, staring out at the city lights of Ravaryn as they stretched toward the horizon. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I let it go, slowly, carefully, with the kind of control I had spent two years perfecting.
My thoughts drifted slowly to the past. When the one person whose betrayal hurt the most was the one I loved more.
Maeve.
When I left, I discovered that all she ever wanted was the Vaelor twins. Her hatred for me was deep that even Julian only had to use
