Aria's Pov

The morning after the fight with the hunters, I woke up sore all over. My arms ached when I moved, and my palms still burned where glass had cut into them. My sleep had been broken and restless, as I kept seeing knives flashing in the dark, men’s voices shouting, and Caleb’s growl shaking. I told myself the worst had passed, that the day would give me a little peace. But I was wrong.

When I reached the tavern, Jonas was standing by the door, already dressed to go out. His coat ...