Aria's POV
I tried to walk away. I couldn't do this, couldn't have this conversation, couldn't stand there and face the question that would detonate everything. My feet moved toward the door, each step feeling like wading through cement, heavy and impossible.
But Damien's hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with bruising force. He yanked me back, spinning me around to face him.
"You don't get to walk away from me right now!" His voice was raw, desperate, trembling with barely contained emotion. "I won't let you do that!"
"Get your hands off me, Damien!" I barked, anger flooding through my veins like gasoline waiting for a match.
I was bristling with rage, every nerve ending in my body screaming. I was flying off the handle, losing whatever fragile contro
