Aria's POV

Timi was nothing if not thorough. Phase one, as he called it, was less of an earth tremor and more of a persistent, annoying vibration in Damon’s perfectly stable world. It was designed to sow the seeds of doubt, to make him look over his shoulder. And it was working brilliantly.

He started small. On Monday evening, my car was still a hunk of junk, so Timi, with the casual insistence of an old friend, pulled up right to our front door.

"Just dropping off my favorite person," he ...