NOVARIA'S POV
By the time Collins carried me to Sylvester's office, my tears had soaked through the shoulder of his shirt.
The sting in my knee hadn't faded. If anything, it hurt even more.
Collins didn't bother knocking. He pushed the office door open and walked straight inside.
Sylvester was seated behind his desk, several files spread out before him. His attention was fixed on a document until he looked up.
The moment his eyes landed on me, everything else ceased to matter. His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shot to his feet.
"Aria?"
In two quick strides, he reached us.
Without hesitation, he lifted me from Collins' arms and held me against his chest. The familiar scent of his cologne instantly calmed me.
"What happened?" Sylvester demanded, his eyes narrowing as
