Aria's POV

My fists shook beside me, from rage perhaps, and from hate.

And for a strange reason, I was a little expectant. My feet quicken on the way to meet him in my conference hall. My footsteps were so soundless, I heard nothing but air brushing through air.

I paused before the door and inhaled and exhaled long and hard. The cold air rushed down my throat, and then I let it out back, slow and quiet.

I did this not to quell my rage, but that sharp bite inside of me, that creeping force ...