ARIA POINT OF VIEW.

When Damon left, the room felt too quiet.

The door had barely closed before the weight of his words settled on my chest.

I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to my own breathing, and sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, my body buzzed, warm and restless, like something under my skin was awake and pacing.

The Lunar Flame.

I pressed my palm to my chest and groaned softly. “I never asked for you,” I whispered into the darkness. “I ...