Aria wasn’t a girl who made friends easily. She didn’t trust women. She didn’t love women, but Morgan was her sister. They developed such a strong bond, in such a short period of time, that it felt like her own flesh and blood was hurting. Aria could feel it in her soul. She was such an empath that she had tossed and turned all night. Something in her had been unsettled, and now she knew why.
