Aria's POV
I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to piece together the haze before I blacked out. I remembered the waiter bumping me… the sudden dizziness… then the heat rushing through my veins like fire. My wolf had whimpered inside me, claws scraping for control.
"You helped me?" I asked quietly, tightening my hold around Lana. I didn't know how to face Nathan, especially with the faint remnants of that humiliating heat still clinging to my skin.
"Yeah."
He stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over me, blotting out the overhead light.
I didn't know whether to thank him or run from him.
"Thank you," I forced out, my voice rough. I stared at the bedsheet instead of his face. Even the gratitude felt awkward on my tongue.
He snorted. "Don't force it if you don't mean it."
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