Chapter 186

• Aria
• We step outta the living room, and the cold hits me like a freaking slap to the face. This wind? Rude as hell. It goes straight through my jacket like it’s got beef with me personally. It’s still pitch dark outside, obviously, but there’s electricity glowing from this part of the mansion like it’s Christmas or something.
• I glance over at Mark, who’s walking beside me like he doesn’t even feel the cold. Must be nice.