Aria Point Of View.

“I can't stay here anymore, I have to leave”

The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, thick with the scent of herbs, ointments.

“This isn’t safe,” I muttered. “It’s a pretty prison.”

With a sharp inhale, I pushed myself upright.

The pain hit instantly, wrapping around my ribs like fire.

I bit down a groan, but it slipped out anyway. My whole body screamed at me to lie back down, but my pride was louder.

“Get up, Aria,” I hissed. ...