ARIA
My name is Death. On my third visit, people die within a few minutes. Now, how many times have I visited you, Aria Davenport?
My head suddenly felt too heavy, my vision blurred, and my heart palpitated. I turned around wildly, hoping to get away from the paper on the floor. As far as possible. I stumbled, colliding into something, and barely registered the pain that flared in my head.
"Sorry!" I said, proceeding blindly inside. The world tilted, and knees buckled. But strong arms wrapped me before I could hit the floor.
"Aria?"
My eyes snapped open, hearing Atlas's voice. His face hovered over mine, his eyes filled with concern. Without thinking, I flung my arms around his neck and began to sob.
Atlas hoisted me off my feet, asking no questions. He strode inside, taking me to the room. Then he lowered me on the bed, but I shot up from it as if it burned to sit and moved closer to him.
