Aria’s POV
Watching the fight had me feeling all torn up inside. Not only was my boyfriend in danger, right when we were starting to get on the same page with each other, but my favorite aunt was bleeding out beneath him. Logically, I knew that the woman was not really my aunt... that she had tortured and lied to me all of my life, but I could still remember times when she had been kind. It’s a weird feeling to know that all you’ve ever had was a lie, a charade meant to hurt and control you, but also knowing that it was still all you had.
I didn’t have long to consider my mixed up feelings, though, because the next thing I knew our only back up was being hoisted into the air by my other aunt - the one I would definitely have been less conflicted about seeing murdered. The tables seemed
