ARIA'S POV

Everything happened pretty fast. The minute Draven noticed bleeding, he picked me up, took me to the bathroom to get my hand washed. By the time we were out, Ragner was waiting with a first aid kit and both of them sewed my palm.

Violetta stood there, worried sick, pacing from one corner of the room to another, like she was afraid for my life.

I was consumed with disgust. ‘She did something. I know she did,’ but there was no way to prove it, since there was no weapon in her hands.

It took a minute for Draven to get the bleeding under control and the more...