Aria’s POV
I woke up and rolled over, my body still protesting every movement, and nearly had a heart attack.
Maya was sitting by my bedside, perched on the edge of the chair like she'd been there for hours, watching me with an amused smile playing at her lips.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I bolted upright, immediately regretting the sudden movement as pain shot through my injured arm and radiated across my shoulder. "What the hell! Do you intend to kill me? When did you arrive? How did you even get in here? Why didn't you wake me?"
She only laughed, that contagious, full-bodied laugh that started deep in her chest and bubbled up like champagne. I'd heard it a thousand times over the years, but it never got old, never failed to make me want to smile despite myself.
I was already used to Julian
