Aria's POV
For what felt like an eternity, there was nothing.
No sound or pain.
Then I heard a faint growl.
Aria.
I tried to answer, but nothing came.
Aria, wake up.
Lydia's voice sounded distant, almost lost beneath a thick layer of darkness.
Wake up!
Something slammed into my chest. I gasped as air tore into my lungs, and my eyes flew open.
Damon was kneeling beside me. His face was pale, his fingers pressed against my neck.
"Aria."
I blinked at him. He looked terrified.
"I'm here," I whispered.
His hand moved beneath my nose. "She's breathing," he said.
The witch was already examining the sigils. "She stopped responding for two minutes."
Damon's head snapped toward her. "Two minutes?"
The witch nodded. I reached for Damon's hand, and he immediately closed his fingers ar
