Aria’s POV
I had barely finished brushing my hair when I sensed someone behind me.
“I’d like a word with you, Aria.”
My heart nearly jumped out of my body.
Carl’s mother stood in the doorway, dressed in a silk robe, arms folded gracefully, her expression calm… too calm. The type of calm that meant someone was about to ruin your entire peace with a single sentence.
I swallowed. “Of course, ma’am.”
She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her with a soft click that somehow felt like a gunshot.
“I’ll get straight to it,” she said, walking toward me. “I saw you leave your room the other night.”
My blood froze.
“I saw you leave to meet Damon.”
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No air. No movement. No life.
“And I don’t judge you for it,” she continued smoothly, adjusting her robe like she was preparing for
