Who sent you?

Ella’s P.O.V

We both fell dead silent as the door clicked open. Standing jaw slacked at the doorway was Aimee with tears staining her cheeks. The golden light from the room cast shadows over her face, making her look like a haunted ghost.

My heart was beating so fast it hurt to take in the next breath. Had she heard everything Damien and I were arguing about? My stomach flipped and the meal I had earlier threatened to erupt from my lips. If she knew I was responsible for her rape…then all my plans would come crashing down.

“Hey…” I whispered past the lump in my throat.

She slowly drifted into the room, dropping her bag by the door. “What was that all about?”

I looked up just in time to catch Damien’s flinch as though he’d been slapped in the face. His eyes held so much hurt when he glanced at Aimee but when dropped those eyes I’d grown to love on me, they were filled with something that made me taste ashes in my mouth. Hatred, disgust.

“Aimee…” he said softly, in a tone laden with ten