Aria’s POV
The street looked endless, and every step felt like it could be my last. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew I had to keep walking. The night pressed down on me, it was cold out on the streets like that and the further I went, the louder everything sounded engines, sirens, voices, my own heartbeat.
I hadn’t stopped since I left the house. My plan was to get as farther as I could to minimize the chances of Damien or anyone finding me. My legs ached, my throat burned, and my stomach had been empty for too long, but I didn’t dare slow down. If I stopped, someone would see me. If someone saw me, they’d talk. And if they talked, he’d find me.
The streets looked different when you didn’t have a place to go back to. Bigger. Meaner. Every light felt too bright, every shadow t
