Aria’s POV
Aria barely had a moment to breathe before the air in Ethan’s apartment shifted again. Tamara, with that infuriatingly perfect smile plastered on her face, stepped forward, her eyes glinting with calculated malice.
“Ouch! Aria!” Tamara suddenly cried, clutching her arm as if she’d just been gravely wounded. She held it up for dramatic effect, crimson streaks forming...fake blood, perfectly applied, catching the light just right. “You scratched me! Look at this! You’re bleeding me!”
Aria froze, her hands instinctively rising in defense. “What? No! I didn’t...”
But it was too late. Ethan’s attention had been momentarily pulled away by the ringing of his phone. He answered quickly, his voice tense as he tried to manage some urgent call about the recent chaos outside. Tamara’s e
