THIRD PERSON'S POV (NARRATOR'S POV)
It all felt like a blur, like a f*****g nightmare dipped in noise and fire and pain.
Aria didn’t know how she was still upright. Every step she took with Kane’s arm wrapped around her felt like her leg was being ripped open over and over again.
Her dress was soaked, she could feel the blood, hot, wet and terrifying, sliding down her skin. The hallway twisted, lights flickering past, but her vision was beginning to slip... everything too bright one second, then too dark the next.
She was trying not to cry. God, she was trying.
But it hurt.
It hurt like hell.
And people were still screaming behind them. The ballroom was still chaos. Her ears rang with the memory of gunshots and glass shattering. Kane’s grip on her waist was the only thing keeping he
