The Revenge of Ariana's Love
Ariana staggered backward. Her vision blurred, and a sharp pain tore through her abdomen. She pressed a hand against her lower stomach, and when she lifted it, she saw the deep crimson staining her palm.
Blood.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. A tremor ran through her entire body. She tried to stay on her feet, but her knees buckled, sending her collapsing onto the cold floor of her apartment.
Xavier, still standing on the balcony, watched her with an unreadable expression. “It looks like you’re in trouble, Ariana.”