Chapter 70

• Aria
• “Mia, I’m fine,” I lie, forcing the fakest smile I can manage while she wipes my face with her palm like I’m a goddamn toddler. “Let’s get you out of here. It’s fucking cold,” she says, looping her arm through mine like she’s rescuing me from certain death.
• I wipe my own face with my palm and stand up. My legs…traitorous bastards, dragged me back to the deck after my disaster of a conversation with Lucas. I have no idea why I keep ending up in places that remind me of him.