Aria's pov
The early morning summons to Hilltop Cottage left me completely puzzled. Why would Damien want me there of all places?
A prickle of unease started to coil in my gut.
When an Alpha gives an order, you follow it, especially one as unpredictable and dangerous as Damien Rothwell.
The consequences of making him angry were not something I wanted to discover.
My mind raced with possibilities as I followed Cassie downstairs.
We were only halfway down the steps when a maid appeared, almost shoving a basket of rose petals into my hands.
Rose petals? I stared at the basket, a crease forming between my brows.
What on earth did Damien want with rose petals this early in the morning?
Despite my confusion, I maintained my composure and headed toward the cottage.
