Aria's pov
The whole thing felt like a crazy dream.
The suspicious manhole cover, the round room with no doors, the rotating leather chair that opened secret passages, and that mysterious young man in white...
Everything seemed so unreal.
I walked aimlessly down the street, wishing I could just call a cab and go home. But I had no money. It had disappeared during the kidnapping.
My thoughts went back to that bizarre kidnapping.
The taxi, the masked men who clearly targeted me. But who could possibly want me dead?
I barely knew anyone, let alone had enemies.
If I had to name someone I'd offended, it would be either Gideon or Damien.
Gideon was a disgusting piece of trash, but he only wanted to sell me for profit. Hiring killers would cost him money, not make it.
