Aria's POV
I was already moving when Damian said wake everyone up.
Not because I was brave. Not because the power in my chest had settled and my hands had stopped glowing and I finally felt ready for something like this. I was moving because standing still wasn't an option my body was willing to consider anymore. Three hunter vehicles at the eastern border with my biological father's bloodline symbol painted on the hood in silver paint, and I was supposed to what—sit on the training mat and breathe through my nose?
No.
I pulled on boots in the dark of the corridor, fingers working the laces fast. Around me the villa was waking up—low voices, the sound of a door hitting a wall somewhere down the east wing. The smell of cold night air rolling in as someone opened the main entra
