“You’re safe now, nothing will hurt you anymore.” Aria’s hand brushed over Liana’s small frame.

Her lashes rested like a fragile angel against her bruised skin, as she curled beneath the heavy duvet.

Aria’s eyes darted to the small faint mark circled around her wrist, where Evelina’s men had grabbed her too roughly, or maybe it was Rafael.

“Poor thing, I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

Then she tucked the blankets tighter, smoothed the stray strand of hair ...