ARIA'S POV:
With every sight of the letter I took from the floor, my breathing grew stronger.
In the background, I could hear Claire's faded voice calling out to me, but I was just too engrossed in my thoughts. With the little level of consciousness I had, I saw Claire move out of my room with urgency and speed.
Coming down from my bed, I moved to the letter as cautiously as I could. What could the letter contain? Was it just a letter, or was it more? Poisonous pen ink fumes? Poisonous paper? Dane was capable of these things even worse.
Picking up the letter, I held it at arm's length, opening it. After some screening, I realised that it was just a letter. That was fear number one, down.
If it wasn't poisonous ink fumes or poisonous paper, then why was he writing to me? And why now? W
