DRAVEN'S POV:

Her words flew straight to my chest like flint knives. In the last twenty-four hours, she had taken me through different emotions.

I felt a strong admiration, a pull I could not control, seeing her fight for Ella's life. She restored my hope. In my eyes, she was a hero.

Compassion followed that admiration, watching her bleed and being wrapped in bandages to put her limbs together. A sacrifice she made for my child.

All through the night, confusion was my companion. ‘Did Ella have a fighting chance? Was there something special about Aria that made her able to revive Ella?’

Fear was my best friend. I watched...