Aria's POV
One week later.
So, I didn't die. I don't know if I should thank the heavens for letting me live or if I should curse the heavens, Lucas, and Xander.
In that case, I think I should hate the heavens for making me go through what I experienced—the suffocation, the pain, and the helplessness. I felt as helpless as I did years ago under the bed. Just thinking about those memories makes my brain and heart ache.
And Lucas, for detecting the ketamine and then forcing me to consume that weird-ass tonic with the bland and awful stench, which made my body glitch.
