Aria’s POV
The lake house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that creeps into your bones and presses against your chest until breathing feels like a chore. I sat by the window, staring out at the lake as the moonlight danced on its surface. The shadows from the trees swayed, but there was no wind. No sound. Just an eerie stillness that made every instinct in me scream that something wasn’t right.
“Aria.”
Damon’s voice cut through the heavy silence like a lifeline. He stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, his smirk in place but his eyes sharp. “You’ve been staring out that window for an hour. It’s starting to look like you’re trying to have a staring contest with the lake.”
A weak smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Something feels wrong.”
His smirk
