Aria's pov
I lay quietly on the couch, listening until the last echo faded. Slowly, I pushed myself up and let out a long, shaky breath.
My plan tonight had worked perfectly. I'd finally driven Damien away completely.
He was a man of his word, wasn't he?
I could only pray that what he said tonight was real.
Dear Moon Goddess, just this once, let him keep his promise.
I smoothed down my wrinkled clothes and slowly went downstairs.
The pasta in the kitchen was already done, still sitting in the pan. I put it on a plate and covered it with plastic wrap.
I'd put it in the fridge once it cooled. That would save me from cooking tomorrow.
After washing the pots and dishes, I grabbed a broom.
I swept up the torn pieces of the "Lover's Rules" that Damien had ripped a
