The Third Person's POV
Aria stood motionless in the center of the living room, quietly listening to their sharp accusations without saying a single word.
David's temper flared at her silence.
"I'm talking to you, Aria! Did you hear a single word I said?!"
Aria pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head.
"David... Lydia can't find a mate. But it has nothing to do with me. It has something to do with her head." She tapped her index finger against her own temple. "I'm sure she can find a mate if she stops acting like an idiot."
Lydia's face twisted in an instant, her sweet scent curdling into a sour, metallic tang. "Aria! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
David's face flushed a furious, ugly red, his posture swelling in outrage.
"Aria! How dare you?!"
Aria merely
