Aria's POV
I was dying.
The cold sting of the dungeon air barely registered as I lay there, bleeding and broken. Every breath I took sent sharp waves of pain rippling through my body. I was drifting in and out of consciousness, my mind teetering on the edge of complete darkness.
My body ached with unbearable agony. It almost pushed me to physical blindness; even every movement hurt like a thousand needles embedded in my skin.
"I told you this was unnecessary!" A female's voice finally broke through the fog in my head, sharp and accusing.
It was Erinne.
I could hear the sound of heavy boots echoing across the stone floor as someone paced. "You don't tell me what's necessary, Erinne. I decide how this goes."
Logan was angry; I could tell. Even though they hadn't said anything, I knew
