Dad muttered something darkly under his breath; I swore I caught something about apple cider and talking to the mayor. “Well, let me know if anything changes, okay, honey?”
“Yeah. Sure, Dad.” I waited until his footsteps clambered downstairs before checking the scratches one more time. “So, Dad saw me come home,” I muttered to myself. “But that doesn’t tell me where I came from.”
My gaze drifted to the mirror, hands tenderly touching my face and inspecting my eyebrows. Were they getting hairier or was it just my imagination?
“Oh my God, Aria,” I scolded myself, reaching for my bag and starting for the door. “It’s just a scratch. Besides, Aiden was the one who got you, not your nightmare werewolves. You’ll be fine.”
Somehow, that didn’t reassure me in the slightest.
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