NARRATOR’S POV

Days turned into weeks so quietly that Aria barely noticed when the unfamiliar began to feel… normal.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

She had told herself it was temporary.

A few nights.

A week at most, and then she would be out of this place.

Just until things settled, until the investigation into the fire was complete, until she found somewhere new, somewhere safe, somewhere …not here.

But here she was.

Still in Kane’s house.

Still waking up under his ...