ARIA’S POV

I stood for hours under the moonlight, taking regular peeps at the pocket clock I took in my dress. Every minute I had to wait was burdened with fear, a little hope and lots of prayers that I did the right thing. Worried thoughts of Logan and how he was holding up crossed my mind, but I managed to convince myself he was holding down his end. It was the only way to have one less thing to worry about.

“You came,” At exactly midnight, her voice pierced through the winds that had been moving leaves around. I turned and beheld her in her costume–mask and cape.

“Of...