Getting Aria to be nice to me seemed like an impossible task.
It was like she wanted the slice of cake—
And the entire cake.
But why?
Was there a real reason behind it?
Or was it simply who she was?
An egoistic, childish, repulsive person who demanded things because she believed they were owed to her?
Or was it just me she acted like this toward?
She tapped her finger rhythmically against her shoulder, like she was expecting something from me—something I didn’t understand yet.
I knew my best chance at surviving here was to learn as much as possible.
So I kept my tone neutral, my voice steady.
“In all honesty, I can’t explain everything, Aria. I just know what I was educated to follow—common rules, morality, and ethics of growing up.”
The moment those words left my lips, I saw t
