Aria’s Point of View
The moment Dorian and I stepped into our room, I couldn’t hold back the gratitude that had been swelling in my chest all evening. He had done so much for Marielle tonight, more than I could have ever imagined. As he closed the door behind us, I turned to face him, my voice trembling slightly with emotion.
“Thank you, Dorian,” I said softly. “For everything you did for Marielle. You didn’t have to do all that, but you did.”
Dorian’s expression was calm, but there was a warmth in his eyes that made my heart ache in the best way. “It’s my responsibility, Aria,” he replied, his tone steady. “Marielle deserves to be treated with dignity, especially since she’s your family.”
For a moment, silence filled the room. Then I caught a faint, sarcastic growl in my mind, Dorian’
