ARIA’S POV

I ignored Eva’s excuses as I grabbed a bag. Moving in and out of my closet, I picked simple things because one thing was certain—I was leaving this place. No matter how much Eva talked, the image of Liam snapping necks and cutting heads off was burned in my mind.

“Aria, are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Eva’s voice rose, her face tight with frustration.

I paused halfway and turned. “Eva, I hear you clearly, but there’s nothing I can do unless you want ...