Aria.
“She knows.”.
My thoughts were haunted by those two words, echoing in my mind.
As I rose from the ground, I slowly pulled on the covers. Damian remained motionless with his back in place and his muscles were tightened beneath him.
Despite my knowledge, I still had to ask the question "Who?".
With a grimace in his eyes, he gazed over his shoulder and acknowledged "I am my mother.".
My heart dropped.
I asked, "What is she aware of?" with great care.
“She knows about us.
About you staying here. About last night.”.
I swallowed hard. “How?”.
"He stroked his hair with his hand. I'm not sure.". Potentially a member of the building staff. Or she had me follow.”.
“Followed?” I repeated, eyes wide.
He didn't answer. Which told me enough.
I got out of bed and began t
