Aria’s POV

My hair was mussed from sleep, and I hurriedly pushed the locks behind my ear, chasing every bit of grogginess as I looked upon the both of them.

“What do you want?” I demanded, my voice raised high and not devoid of my hate for them. The bastards were the reason I had died in my past life and might also die again if I don't get to Nahlia’s diary before the games.

My heartbeat rose, my stomach knotting a bit inside of me. I could tell whatever they were here for was ...