(Aria)
I returned Aaron's frustrated look with one of my own. I didn’t care about the other women. It was the past between us that I couldn’t let go of, the past between him and my cousin. All Emily had to do was show up, and he disappeared, humiliating me by leaving me in the middle of a room on my own.This time he wasn’t just asking for a dance or a night though, he was asking for my trust, maybe my heart. For all I knew, he already had those things, but I wasn’t about to own up to it.I turned back to Ethan to let him know about hurricane Keira. “Look, no one is dating anyone, okay? So relax. I just came to tell you Keira’s here, and she’s looking for you, like she always is. I don’t need to tell you things are already tense. Send her back to Warlanda, today, or I will find someone who can.”This piece of information shut Ethan down long enough for me to get Aaron away from him. It had been sometime since Ethan last saw Keira and things were different now. He(Bart)When I heard CC's voice, I cursed in my head. We were supposed to go and see the former queen with CC today. She'd been making excuses all week to try and get out of it, telling us how swamped she was with work, but we'd insisted on her going because the wedding was coming up soon. “Caroline—” I began. “Yes, Caroline. Your fiancée,” Aaron reminded me. Aria nodded, mouthing the word "Go." “I know about the kid, Bart, and I get it, okay? But come on, man. It's Mary.”“If you knew, why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?” “I don't know. Maybe I thought gee, CC doesn't need this shit today.” I couldn't deal with Aaron right now, so I ended the call. I needed to get home to Caroline. Zoey had warned me that this kind of thing would keep happening until I talked to Aria about what happened that night, the last time I saw her in Sartis Est, but I kept chickening out. Aria was grieving. I didn't see anything wrong with being there for my friend,
He wasn't denying it, wasn't going to, but he was trying to scrape together his courage to say something. “Ethan is just a kid, Aria. First Dean had him and then the kid was in the wind, became a mere rumor until just a few days ago. I had to think about a lot of things, a lot of people. I had to get him out quickly, but also safely. I didn't have time to have this conversation with you.”He was being so perfectly rational and making such sense and yet I just wanted to scream at him, to tell him that I could have helped him, not been the liability he saw me as. “I need to leave.” I exhaled. “I need to not think.”“No,” he freaked out, grabbing my arm. “You can be pissed off, ignore me, scream. Do whatever you have to, but you are not leaving these premises.” I looked down at his hand around my arm and he let go. “It's not safe, Aria.”Had he always had this hidden rage inside him? Of course he had. I'd just been missing it this whole time. What else had he snow
2019, December 21stCaines, Terres Somnia (Troy)Aria hadn't been back to see baby Ethan. She just wasn't ready yet. What she was decidedly ready to do was rip into me. She probably had a million questions. “Good morning, Aria,” I said. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall of Ethan's room, where she had likely been all night. I drew my fingers through my hair. She was a wreck. It was always going to be this way, I knew, but my keeping it from her probably didn't help. I couldn't change that now, though. I had to focus on what I could do. For her, for us. I went over to her and sat down next to her.“When you're ready, he'll be right where you left him, and so will I. I'm here to answer any and all of your questions.”I looked at her. This quiet, silent version of her that I'd never seen before scared me. Even straight off of the battlefield, when I put her on a plane to Terres Somnia, she handled everything like a pro. Honestly, I wa
The truth was, I really did want to marry Troy. I wanted everything he'd been offering for the last four months. I wanted to stop fighting with him and start being on his side. If Bart was standing next to me just then I'd probably pick him in a heartbeat, open that door right back up, but he wasn't and I had chased and waited long enough. I wanted to be wanted, to be loved, to be happy. It would be no small thing, but Troy already had a part of me and I knew he would end up winning over the rest in time. Troy dragged his eyes away from me, back to Keira. “Why are you here?” “I came for the wedding. Duh.”“Keira, I have a lot going on right now. Dean is in the wind with a rogue army doing heaven knows what and everyone is on edge. Do not push me. I may not be you, but I still know how a gun works and I will shoot you.”But Keira wasn't messing around. She gave him her best death stare and said, “I'm here for the wedding. By order of the House of Dorm
2017, October 11thSartis Est (Aaron)I got back to Troy's around 8 PM. I wanted to stay, but Adele had insisted she didn't want to upset Ethan again. Seriously, that guy was really starting to get on my nerves. It was just as well, though. There was only so long I could brush her hair and listen to her play without my hands roaming elsewhere. I was walking through the house, looking for signs of life, when my eyes fell on the table and my mouth fell open.“I don't think I've ever seen so much cake in my life. What is this?” I asked. “You're telling me.” Troy shrugged. “I'm not running the show, Aaron. I'm just going along for the ride.”“This is what you call getting her to agree to go home?”“Hey, manchild, if you have any brilliant ideas—”“You could be a dick like you've been from the start.”“Boys, boys, there's plenty to go around,” said a voice. She took center stage like she seemed to whenever she entered a room, eliciting a "Keira" from
He carried me over to the bed and laid me down on it gently. He was on top of me, all over me. Despite the angry kisses and the way he talked to me, every other thing he did was heartbreakingly cautious. It wasn't how he was touching me or even that he was touching me. It was the anger and sadness in his eyes as he did it. I just couldn't watch him like this. I didn't ask him to stop. He did that on his own. I was holding his head against my neck, holding him to me firmly, when I said the words that did it. “I like you too.”Aaron pulled back, looked into my eyes again, and finally smiled. “That wasn't so hard now, was it?” “It really, really was.” I sighed. “Even though I like you, I don't think—”He kissed me again, over and over, his mouth softening against mine. They were still fiercely passionate kisses, but these were the kisses of a lover, of someone who wanted to give more than just his mouth. “Tell me your answer tomorrow. Let me spend the next t