Chapter 312 Reservations

• The door to my apartment creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room with Aria already waiting inside. The weight of her gaze bore into me as I stepped across the threshold, and I knew that a confrontation was inevitable.
• "Evie," Aria's voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusatory. "Where have you been?"
• I swallowed hard, the image of the gun in Timothy’s hands still fresh in my mind. "I was with Timothy," I replied, my tone defensive. "We had some things to take care of."