But to my horror, Ethan was not finished with me.
At two in the morning, the door slammed open with a thunderous bang.
Before I could blink, iron hands wrenched me from the bed.
Ethan's eyes burned crimson, and his fingers dug into my shoulders like steel claws. "Aria," he spat, his voice raw, "are you even human?"
"Have you lost your damn mind—"
"Mind?" The slap landed with a sharp cracking sound, and fire bloomed across my cheek. "See what your filth has caused?"
He hurled me into the car while I was still in my pajamas, and the engine roared to life.
The city lights blurred into streaks as his white-knuckled grip choked the steering wheel.
The hospital's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, bleaching everything in a sickly glare.
Nurses scurried past, and their stares sliced thr
