ARIA’S POV
The next thing I remembered was cameras flashing in my face. I stood at the entrance of an elegant hotel, a red carpet leading through the doors decorated with gold fixtures. There were people gathered outside, staring at me as I walked hand in hand with Damien Blackwell.
Damien Blackwell…
I stole a quick glance at his face. He smiled and waved for the cameras, but there was a stiffness around his eyes.
I was barely able to remember the car ride from the house. I think he tried to speak to me, to explain himself, but my mind had sunk into the deep waters of my soul, where there was no light, only darkness. We stopped right at the entrance, turned around, and faced the crowd.
“Smile, and wave,” Damien whispered beside me.
The possessed girl I was threw her hand into the air
