Aria’s POV
“Wrong man to trust,” he whispered.
I tried to scream again, but no sound came out.
My lungs burned, and my wrists throbbed against the rope.
Then all of a sudden I jerked upright.
Air rushed into my chest.
This time I was in a dark room.
Silent.
No tattooed men.
No rope.
No hands over my mouth.
I rubbed my eyes to concentrate on an object clearly, then I found out I was just in my bedroom.
I was drenched in sweat. My nightgown clung to my back. My hair was damp against my temples. My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
It was a dream. A nightmare.
I pressed my palm against my chest and forced myself to breathe slowly.
The curtains stirred gently from the morning breeze. Sunlight was already slipping through the edges.
I wiped my forehead with sha
