Aria’s POV
The sound of someone shaking my shoulder pulled me out of sleep.
I had been awake most of the night I couldn't sleep after the footprints last night like someone was watching me again I was scared all through the night because the pains I went through in the hands of Jason's brother Ivar still haunted me even though I never told anyone about it not even Jason.
At first I thought it was the usual rough hand… the usual rude voice…
But it wasn’t.
“Mia…?” I whispered.
She was standing over me with a strange smile on her face. Not her normal fake one. A softer one.
“Happy birthday, Aria,” she said.
I blinked.
My brain almost stopped working.
Mia?
Saying happy birthday?
She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes a little, but the smile stayed.
Don't be surprised aria I know
