Chapter 74 Where It Hurts
- The rain had finally stopped.
- But Ariana still felt the storm inside her ribs.
- She sat on the windowsill of Damien’s apartment, curled up with a blanket around her shoulders, her legs drawn up beneath her. The city lights flickered outside like distant fireflies, blurred slightly by the fogged-up glass. Her fingertips absentmindedly traced the outline of the journal still resting on her lap.