ARIA POV
By the time Graham finished talking, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore.
They were there. I knew they were there because Alaric’s hand kept moving over my thigh, slow and steady, grounding me with the kind of patience that made my chest hurt.
But I couldn’t have stood even if someone had put a blade to my throat.
My body was done.
My mind too.
Too many names.
Too many memories.
Too many little pieces of my life being lifted, turned over, and shown to me with blood underneath.
Graham had told us everything.
Or at least, everything he knew.
Every name he had overheard.
Every meeting he had pretended not to notice.
Every lie his mother had wrapped around our lives like silk over a blade.
Chloe.
Noah.
Jasper.
His mother.
The pack members who had known enough to look awa
