Aria's POV
It was none other than the man who had tried to abuse me. The man I'd once stabbed in the neck to stop him from taking what wasn't his. His cruelty had haunted me every night since then.
Kevin.
The name itself was bile on my tongue.
I stepped aside, fighting the instinct to bare my teeth at him. Then I saw the grin twisting his mouth.
"Aria," he sneered. "It has been a minute my dear."
For a moment, the corridor blurred. I was back in that room again, the flicker of a dying light bulb, the echo of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. His breath hot on my neck.
Why was he here?
His grin widened as if he could smell my fear. He fed on it. My wolf clawed at my ribs, snarling for release, but I tried to suppress it.
He turned and went down the hallway to the room I had j
