119. High Aria

Rose's POV:

My arms were locked around Aria like a vice as I half-dragged, half-carried her down the hall to my room. She flailed against my grip like a fish out of water, protesting dramatically, but I wasn't letting go.

"Ro Ro, you can't just confine me to a room like a prisoner! I have rights!" she slurred, squirming.

"Yeah? Well, right now, your only right is to shut up and sleep this off," I grunted, pushing the door open with my foot. "I have other important matters to deal with, and I can't be babysitting you all night."

The guilt was gnawing at me—I hated doing this to her, but I couldn't let her wander around the house, not tonight.

Not when he was out there, lurking. Knowing Aria, in her current state, she'd probably storm outside and challenge him to a duel or something equally stupid.

Sober Aria was reckless enough; high Aria? A disaster waiting to happen.

Sober or high; just the fact of her discovering the fact that he comes out every night to watch me, is disastrous enough.

I dropped her onto the bed with a huff. She flopped like a rag doll, her head hitting the pillow with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, so rough. At least buy me dinner first."

Rolling my eyes, I pulled off her shoes and forced her to lay down, tucking the blanket around her snugly like she was a child.

She clutched the big wooden cross she had grabbed earlier, holding it to her chest like some kind of perverse love token. "Mmm, if only you knew the things I plan to do with this later," she purred, waggling her eyebrows salaciously.

I groaned. "Oh, for the love of—go to sleep, Aria!"

Satisfied that she was at least secured to the bed, I exhaled and turned, my gaze instantly flicking toward the curtains. Still drawn. Good.

That was a relief. At least one thing is going my way tonight. I guess I have the paranormal in my house to thank for that, for not messing with me for once.

I had enough on my plate tonight without worrying about her seeing him and having a full-blown meltdown.

Just as I reached for the door handle, Aria let out a delighted sound that sent dread curling through my stomach. Should I turn around for this or should I just leave her to her own devices? 

She's not gonna be a danger to herself right? She's just high, not suicidal.

"Ooooh, Ro Ro! Look what I found! Let's do some more!"

Every muscle in my body tensed. I knew, I just knew, exactly what she was talking about before I even turned around.

Aria was holding up another little white packet, identical to the one I had just found in her bag earlier.

My eyes widened in horror. "Where did you get that?"

She giggled. "In my back pocket! I forgot about it! C'mon, let's have a blast, Rosie! I haven't done it in *ages*! Just the two of us? Pretty please?" She batted her lashes at me, lips pouting in what was supposed to be an innocent expression, but she was so obviously high it just made her look unhinged.

I stared at her, incredulous. "You already did it, you dumbass! I'm the only sober one here, let's keep it that way before we both set the house on fire!"

"Well, we wouldn't want that, would we?" she drawled, waving the packet in front of me. "That would be such a loss for your evil, witchy lair—"

"Give it to me, Ari!" I lunged for it, trying to snatch it out of her hand, but she was faster—or maybe just sloppily unpredictable.

She cackled and jerked it out of my reach, rolling onto her side like a child refusing to share their toy.

"You're so bossy," she whined.

"Don't make me say it again." I commanded using my authoritative voice.

And honestly, even I didn't think it would have any effect. So imagine my surprise when she dramatically sighed and held it out, pouting. "Fine…"