Aria’s POV
The nausea was unbearable. It felt as though my stomach was twisting into knots, leaving me weak and hollow. I couldn’t take lying in bed any longer, so I forced myself to the living room. The coolness of the leather couch felt soothing as I sank into it, trying to gather what little strength I had left.
Damon, as usual, wasn’t far behind. He followed me into the room, his brow furrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. “Aria,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “You shouldn’t be up.”
“I can’t just lie there anymore,” I replied, my voice weaker than I intended. “I need to move, Damon. It’s suffocating.”
Before he could argue, the front door opened. Ezra and Eya walked in, their expressions serious but calm. Seeing Ezra, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. No matter
