Sixty Five.

Aria’s POV

“I don’t understand. Where are we going?”

“You will see soon my dear.”

My arm was linked with Alwins', his hand pressed against mine. When I went up to see him, I was expecting the worst. Kyle had clearly run straight to him but Alwin had been sat on a plush gold sofa waiting for me with that irritatingly beautiful smile of his.

“I want you to come on an errand with me!” He had continued to smile at me, no mention of Kyle, yet that rotten flesh smell, it was overwhelmingly powerful in his room.

I repeat my question; not only was his hand resting on mine but I had been blindfolded. He had told me that it was a surprise. I didn’t really like surprises, it felt like a trick and I knew I had to keep my guard up. Keep myself prepared for whatever he was planning.

I knew we were outside, the cold air dancing across my skin as we walked. The music that was once loud had fallen quiet

“I see your wounds have not fully healed.” His words were barely a whisper and I feel the hairs on