ARIA'S POV:
I woke up to pains all over my body and what looked like a cold. Getting out of bed, I stretched myself, walked to the window by the study desk in my room, and opened it. The warmth of the sun hitting my face was as sweet as the sensation of the hot bath I soaked in yesterday night.
Malcolm Wilson. Just thinking about yesterday brought him back to mind. He was really who he said he was—my grandfather.
I never for once thought that my monster grandfather, as Dane had called him, was actually living in Zilam and had actually been living in Zilam all this time. Then how come no one knew, or did they know? This question came back to me.
No, they couldn't know. He had kept a profile, which made it difficult for him to be noticed.
Having had enough of the sun's warmth on my face
