ARIA’S POV
I fled into the night. It was raining, but I didn’t stop. My heels in hand, I tore across the street, running, panting, escaping. I couldn’t turn back. I couldn’t stop. I could not let myself fall back into that world.
I didn’t stop until I arrived in the middle of the street across from the hospital.
I froze, staring at the SUV parked in front. He was there, hands in pocket, face set in stone, eyes dripping with rain.
How was he here? Why was he here?
“Aria,”
I marched over to him. He didn’t move. I was breathing heavily, the soles of my feet scraped and bloody from my escape from hell.
“Aria…” he said again. He tasted my name on his lips. The rage I felt reached an unnatural level, and my vision darkened.
When I came to, Damien was clutching his bloodied nose.
I looke
