Sixty One.

Aria’s POV

I had been stuck in my bedroom for a solid two days. I was growing bored of the same four walls. There wasn’t even anything exciting to look at out the window. At least Chepi offered some company.

My wounds were still a horrible angry red but thankfully Chepi had brought me some makeup to help cover them. She kept insisting that I couldn’t leave the room until they were covered or I would be asked more questions which would only attract Alwin's attention.

She sits opposite me, gently patting my face with a sponge. Her lips curling up in disgust as she presses more and more makeup against my face.

“Crap, it’s bleeding again!”

The face wound was the one that kept leaking. It would stop for a few hours and then start again. I had woken to a blood soaked pillow this morning. Thankfully Chepi had been really good at getting rid of the bedding and bringing in fresh sheets.

“When can I leave my room?”

“When we figure out how to hide your wounds better.”

She wasn’t angry, if anythi