ARIA’S POV
I launched myself at Vivienne, slamming into her and sending both of us down, rolling and screaming. I clawed at her face, and she yelled, her hands over her stomach.
I couldn’t see anything but red. My fingers pulled at her hair, tore at her dress. I slashed at every bit of exposed skin.
Vivienne tried to break free from me, but I held on to her tightly. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Strong arms lifted me up, and I found myself striking at the air, screaming until my voice was raw. I squirmed to break free, but the arms were as hard as steel.
“Calm down, Aria.” It was his voice. My body stilled as I felt the weight of him behind me. Flashes of a gentle smile made my body weak, a hand holding mine in the dim light of a restaurant. I shook myself free of those images. That man
