Aria's POV

The moment the doorknob twisted, my soul almost left my body.

I didn’t think. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink.

I just ran — slipped off the bed, darted into the bathroom and shut the door silently, pressing my back against the cold tile.

My heart was pounding so loud I was sure whoever entered would hear it.

“Damon?” Carl’s voice.

Of all people.

My husband.

Opening the door to the room I had no business being in.

I covered my mouth with my palm, breath ...