Before she could move away, he stepped in front of her and grabbed her wrist, forcing her to face him. His grip was firm, unyielding.
"You're actually alive…" he muttered, his eyes dark and filled with something unreadable.
"I'm not Aria," she replied immediately, her body tense despite her attempt to stay calm. "My name is Penelope. I appreciate your help today, but you're crossing the line."
"You think I'm a fool?" Damien scoffed coldly.
Before she could react, he pulled her closer and tugged down the back of her top slightly, revealing a distinct mole.
"If you're not Aria… then how do you explain this?" he demanded.
Slap!
A loud, resounding slap echoed through the corridor as Aria's hand struck his cheek without hesitation.
"Stop this madness!" she snapped, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "The person you're looking for isn't the only one with a mole. I am a married woman, and my name is Penelope!"
