ARIA’S POV

The night felt heavier than usual. The air in the Winchester library carried that old, quiet chill that comes from secrets waiting too long to be found. Damon had fallen asleep hours ago, his arm draped loosely over where I had been lying. But something inside me...an ache, a pull...wouldn’t let me rest.

Maybe it was Hope’s crying earlier. Or maybe it was the way the moonlight seemed brighter tonight, slipping through the cracks in the curtains like silver threads.

I wrapped my ...