The sound of her voice cut through the chaos like something clean.
I froze.
The room that had felt like a cage seconds ago broke open. Andrew's smirk was still there, blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, eyes glittering like he'd won something invisible, but all I could see was her. Aria, standing far away, the color drained from her face, dark hair clinging to her cheeks, eyes wide and glassy with something I couldn't name.
Her voice shook as she called me again, closer now, and when her hand found mine, I let her take me. She didn't say a word; she just dragged me through the mess I'd made, past the staring faces and the sound of glass crunching under my shoes. Sarah was behind her somewhere, calling her name, but Aria didn't stop. She didn't even look back.
