Aria's POV
What was that?
My heart was still thundering so loudly it felt as if it belonged to someone else—because it did.
"Get a hold of yourself," I muttered inside my head, pressing a shaky hand to my chest. "I'm not Aria. Even though I am… but I'm not that Aria."
I'm from another world.
This fluttering in my chest?
This heat crawling up my neck?
This breathlessness when he leaned in?
Not mine.
It belonged to the original Aria. The one whose life, name, and body I had stepped into.
Gosh… how did I fall for such words?
For such a look?
For such a man?
Now that my mind had cleared, everything clicked in horrifying pieces.
This is his chamber.
Which means—
"Elian isn't even here," I whispered in disbelief. "So how on earth did I believe him when he said if I screamed, Elian would wake up?"
What has gotten into me?!
My face burned hotter. It felt like standing inside a volcano.
No, worse.
Like someone poured molten lava straight into my veins.
