~ NYSSA
I wished the ground would open up and fucking swallow me.
How was it possible that I always managed to get into the most embarrassing situations? In the span of one month, I'd been rejected by my mate, abandoned by another, and still managed to get into this messed up situation.
"What's going on?" Aria asked as she walked into the room.
Her brows were knitted down in annoyance, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jeans. She was wearing that same blue jacket she wore to the pack.
"Show her your hands," the doctor urged me but I refused.
I turned to Aria. "It's not a big deal. I'm sorry that she bothered you. Please just let I go."
Aria raised a brow. "Now I want to see it even more."
When I didn't move at first, Aria grabbed my arms. Her grip was firm but not tight enough to hurt. She tugged them out from where I hid them behind my back and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the dark bruise that marred my skin.
