ARIA
Without even looking at his face, I try to race away from him but Ryder grabs my arm and forces me to whirl around and face him.
His eyes study my face as he pushes me against the wall, and there's a crease between his brows. "You've been crying."
"Could you let go of my arm?"
"Why? What happened?"
I turn my face away from him and my eyes are drawn to the spot where his hand is closed around my forearm. I don't know how I manage to keep my voice so calm despite the fact that he's here, asking me these things.
Goddess. Give me the strength to deal with this. I don't know how to anymore.
I ignore him long enough for him to take my chin between his fingers and make me look up. His eyes are filled with concern and he looks so painfully genuine.
I'm in agony. My insides are rag
