Aria’s POV
I woke up drenched in sweat, my chest tight and my stomach twisting as if it hadn’t quite realized I was safe yet, and even though the nightmare was over, the memory of glass shattering and bullets screaming past my head refused to leave me, pressing itself into every nerve in my body until I thought I might not be able to breathe. My hands shook as I clutched the blanket around my shoulders, holding it close as if the wool itself could protect me from the panic that still sat heavy in my chest and the trembling that made my legs feel weak and my arms too heavy to lift. It was a full blown panic attack from that trauma .
Across the room, Damien lay on the couch, sleeping, his chest rising and falling slow and even, and though I knew how dangerous he could be, how sharp and cru
