ARIA’S POV

“Aria, what happened?” Eva asked, trailing behind me, but I said nothing. My chest burned, my hands clenched tight in anger. I didn’t know what I felt—disgust, anger, or plain hatred for him. But one thing was sure, he was a dog that needed a leash.

“Aria, answer me please,” Eva said again, following me back into the room.

I breathed in and out before turning to her, then told her bit by bit what I saw. Her eyes widened, shifting from shock to anger in ...