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I think she recognized me. She probably heard rumors and was afraid of me.
“Hello!” I said, smiling at her. “Is your name Annie Powell?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “Why?”
“Is Aria Walker here with you?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
She has to be here. Nick was standing beside me, and I could feel how tense he was. It was a little bit weird, but I cast it aside.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she looked over her shoulder towards the living room, I assume.
“Aria,” she called.
A moment later she came to the door. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a tight black t-shirt. Her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her green eyes widened in surprise and fear when she recognized me.
Aria’s POV
We were in the middle of our second movie when we heard a knock on the door.
“What the hell?” Annie frowned. “I’m not expecting anybody.”
She got off the couch and turned on the lights. I grabbed the remote and paused the movie.
I heard her opening the door and talking to someone outside. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but a couple of moments later I heard her calling my name. I walked to the front door wondering why she called.
There were two men standing in front of the door. Both tall and muscular, both looking at me with unreadable expressions on their faces.
I instantly recognized the guy with dark hair. He was the one I ran into on the first day in the city. I felt shivers down my spine. Why was he here? Was he going to hand me to the inquisitors? He knew that I was a witch. Did he come for me?
I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I knew I couldn’t run. They would catch me.
“Annie? What is going on?” I asked, looking at my friend.
“They are asking for you,” she said quietly.
I felt knots forming in my belly. I think they can smell my fear.
“Can we come in?” the guy with the dark hair spoke.
“Why?” I asked, taking a step back.
“Because I need to talk to you,” he responded angrily.
“Is this about the other day?” I asked boldly. “I said I was sorry. I should have been paying more attention. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Annie looked at me confused. I didn’t tell her about it because I didn’t think it mattered. Clearly, it does to him.
He smiled at me. “I think you are too small to hurt me,” he said calmly. “Now, can we come in?”
“Are you here to take me to the inquisitors?” I asked, backing away.
The man looked back at his friend, confused expressions on their faces.
“Why would we do that?” his friend asked, his voice trembling.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t even know you and you are looking for me.”
“Look, Aria…,” the guy with dark hair spoke, lifting his hands like he was surrendering. “We are not here to hurt you. We are here to talk to you. You were looking for my grandma today, didn’t you?”
