Aria’s POV
The rooftop door closed behind me with a soft thud, sealing away the music and the warmth of the elite crowd below.
The night air hit my face like a slap cold.
I wrapped my arms around myself, the silk of my gown suddenly too thin, too fragile against the chill that had nothing to do with the wind.
I needed to breathe.
Then I saw Amelia leaning against the glass railing, backlit by the glittering skyline, a small, dark object catching the light in her hand.
A gun.
My heart stopped instantly. My eyes wide as saucers.
Time slowed to a crawl. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream.
All I could do was stare as she turned, her smile slow and vicious, the weapon held loosely at her side like a toy she’d been waiting t
