Aria’s POV
Aria could still feel the metallic warmth of blood on her hands as she stared at the TV screen, the room bathed in the flashing red and blue lights of police coverage. The entire country had seen what she had done. Headlines screamed her name, celebrated her bravery, and, in the same breath, whispered scandal. The Sinclair heiress had killed—or rather, had stopped—a woman threatening her family. She should feel victorious, proud even. And yet, the victory felt hollow. Every heartbeat reverberated with guilt, every breath felt heavier than the last.
She sank onto her bed, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on her chest. Her grandparents were safe, yes—but how long would that last? How long before someone else tried to destroy them? Before someone tried to take e
