Sixty Eight.

Aria’s POV

Opening my eyes, something didn’t look right.

It took me a moment to realise that I am upside down, my head bobbing inches from the grass. A hand is clasped around my ankles and my hands are bound behind my back.

The cream shirt I was weraring was drenched in blood. My own I assume and as I look at the grass and see a trail of red droplets following us. My wounds had opened up again, it explained why I felt so spaced out and off.

Willing myself to shift, nothing happens and instead I am left with the dull throb in my head. How long had I been upside down?

I’m sure I heard Ryan speak back to me. Had he or had I imagined it? He had no idea where I was anyway. Elijah couldn't hear me either, I was on my own.

“Care to know where you are going?”

I hadn’t spoken so how did he know I was awake? Again, I choose to keep my mouth shut, it was better for him to think that I was out of it. Alwin suddenly drops me to the ground. My neck cracked as I hit the floor head first sending a s