Aurelia's POV
The wooden porch creaked under me as I shifted trying to sit in a way that didn’t make my ribs hurt more…
Last night was a blur of fear and panic and I could still taste blood in my mouth. My hands ached reminding me of the fight. A fight I never should’ve had to face in my own home.
A cloud of dust rose as a car pulled in. I squinted and saw Evelyn’s shiny sedan stopping in front of the house. She looked worried as she got out fast holding a white first-aid box.
“Aurelia! Oh sweetie.” Evelyn said her voice full of concern. “Julian told me. I came as soon as I could.”
“Evelyn you didn’t have to.” I said weakly waving her off though the motion made my shoulder flare with pain. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Nonsense.” she said firmly her eyes soft but serious. “You’re hurt. S
