My stomach flip flops as I approached the front door. I’m not sure how Mason is going to take this new development. I’m not even sure how to tell him.
“Miss. Crawford.” Ray pulls open the door from the inside the moment my feet touch the top stone step.
“It’s Aria, Ray.” Glaring at Mr. I-insist-on-being-formal, I walk past him Wyatt and Levi following behind me, even with all the security they’ll walk me all the way to my room. They will “Clear” every inch of it before letting me in, searching the rest of the house, which takes an impressive amount of time. Before finally hiding out in the security room, (because of course, a “house” needs a security room), or walking around outside.
A couple of days in now and it’s still overwhelming. If it was real, would I wake up one day not noticin
