** Aria’s POV **
The hushed snick of the door latching shut reaches my ears, and I open my eyes.
Gritting my teeth, I muster what little strength I have left, and my fingers brush the still-warm indent on the bed beside me.
“Nothing matters now,” I rest to myself like a mantra, yet my feet move on their own, chasing that betrayer’s shadow out of the room.
When he disappears down the hall and out of sight, I rush to the laptop, pulling up the security cameras. I track him downstairs and out to the garage.
There, parked amidst the regimented rows of million-dollar vehicles, sits my car I’d left at Sandra’s manor. Thorne stands with his back to the camera, staring into the car. I squint, trying to see through the windscreen at the driver, but the reflection of the overhead lights makes i
