Aria's POV
The first thing I noticed was the throbbing pain on my head. My wrists burned and when I tried to move, I realized they were zip-tied behind my back, tight enough that my fingers were already going numb.
I forced my eyes open,I was alone in a small room with concrete walls that was illuminated by a single bed lamp that stood at the far end of the room. There were no windows and ventilation was left to the mercy of an old rickety fan. A metal door that marked the entrance to the room looked heavy and old.
I was sitting on a cold metal chair, my ankles also bound to the chair.
I tried to wiggle myself from it but in no time, multiple footsteps echoed outside the door.
The door creaked open and Ethan stepped inside.
He looked different. He wore dark jeans and a black shirt. His hair was messy with his eyes looking cold and vicious.
"Hello, Aria," he said softly, closing the door behind him. "Miss me?"
I kept my voice steady. "Not particularly."
