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Aria's POV.

I stood frozen in the middle of my room, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. My chest heaved as I stared at the door Zander had stormed out of, his cruel words still echoing in my ears. *"At least she knows how to follow orders."* The image of him kissing that maid-of him dragging her out of the room like I was nothing-burned in my mind