The monster smelled me and wanted what it had scented. It had terrified Aria. It was excited because it had finally found a male strong enough to take it on without destroying him. Aria hated me, and I fucking loved that she did. Fucking someone you hated was hard, raw, painful, and so fucking beautiful. It was going barebones with something that you’re not afraid to break, and fuck, did I crave the need to snap her in half.
