IRISH
When Aria appeared at my door with a tear streaked face and Puffy red eyes, I knew she had issues with Zavier and I wasn't sure I was mentally prepared to accommodate such.
“Come in,” I said softly, holding out the door to her.
She sniffed and smiled gratefully before walking in.
“I would've asked how you're doing but you look like s**t, so let me guess? Another argument?” I asked as I bolted the door.
She sighed. “Yeah, another damn one.”
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Tea please,” she said.
“Just a minute,” I said before disappearing into the kitchen. Thankfully I still had ingredients I had taken from the pack's kitchen. I made Aria’s tea the way I had seen Beatrix do it.
Minutes later, I walked out with a cup of tea and saucer and handed it to Aria. She smiled thankfully at me and
