Alexander's POV
My eyes were open before Aria's. The sun had barely made its appearance this morning. Aria's face looks worse today than it did yesterday. A new sense of anger washed over me upon seeing the severity of her bruising. I gently stroked a strand of her messy hair out of her face, wishing I could kill that fucker all over again.
Our torsos were exposed from the comforter slipping down in the night. My eyes slid down her chest, taking in the different sizes of bruises. They were on her chest, stomach, sides, her arms. I can only imagine what her back and her bottom half look like. Though, I much prefer not to. This is why I need to move my business dealings into town. I barely made it in time last night. I could have prevented this entire situation from happening had I been m
