ARIA’S POV

“Clear every single thing! Throw it out!” I ordered. The men did not hesitate. They moved every old piece clouding the hallway down that path. Flashlights illuminated the area, while a handful fixed light bulbs and torches.

“Aria, what are you doing? It’s very early in the morning. The sun isn’t even up yet.” Ragner and Logan walked to me, scratching their eyes, clearly sleep deprived and most likely woken up by the sound of things moving around.

I did not dignify that question with a reply, until they called on me the second time. “Aria,”

“I’m doing what none of you have thought to fix all these...