Aria's Point Of View.

The moment Thorne dropped the picture on the table, the air in the room shifted.

My eyes fell on the rough paper, and my breath caught in my throat.

My own face stared back at me, drawn perfectly without missing a single detail, even the faint scar under my lip was not hidden.

“That bastard.” I muttered, almost inaudible but I was certain that Thorne heard me.

A wave of heat rose through, rage, raw and shaking, tangled with fear.

My heartbeat pounded against ...