Aria's pov
I slept soundly that night, dreaming I was back in my old life as a freelance journalist.
In the dream, I held a microphone, interviewing some celebrity at a red carpet event.
But when I looked up, I froze in shock.
The person I was interviewing wasn't a celebrity at all.
It was Damien.
"How... how is it you?"
A chill ran down my spine. The microphone slipped from my fingers and clattered to the ground.
"Why can't it be me?"
His voice dripped with mockery, that infuriating smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Where did you even come from—"
I started to demand answers, but before the words fully left my lips, my eyes snapped open.
And there he was. Standing beside my bed. Wearing that same maddening half-smile that always seemed to moc
