Aria’s POV

The wind clawed at me as I stood on the cliff, its cold fingers slipping beneath my skin like needles. The rocks beneath my feet were sharp enough to cut, but I didn’t move. I let the pain root me to the earth. I needed it. I needed to feel something other than the fear twisting inside me.

The moon hung above like a cracked shield...glowing, watching, judging. Its light washed over the clearing in broken silver, turning my breath into pale smoke. Damon’s bond ...