Aria's POV
"Relax," a voice said from the darkness. Male. Unfamiliar. "I'm not going to hurt you."
I spun back around, yanking the pistol from my waistband and aiming it into the shadows. My hands were steady now, adrenaline sharpening everything into perfect clarity.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded. "Where's Damian?"
A low chuckle echoed through the darkness.
"He's safe. For now."
"Show yourself," I snapped. "Or I swear to God, I'll start shooting."
"With silver bullets, no less." The voice sounded almost... impressed. "You came prepared. Smart."
There was a soft click, and suddenly the room flooded with light.
A man stood across from me—tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and sharp features that looked vaguely familiar in a way I couldn't quite place. H
