Andria's POV
"You can come inside," Aven called out to the person behind the door.
Arlo stepped in with a happy face, but noticing how tense the room was, he turned serious immediately.
"What's the matter, Arlo?" I asked in a very concerned tone. "How is Becca doing?"
He walked closer in his usual cat walk manner, making the other males in the room look at him awkwardly. But he didn't seem to care because he was already used to the judgmental stares in Ashwood.
He sat on the space on my right hand and leaned down. "Becca just woke up."
I looked at Zade, then at Aven and then at Damon and Tristan. "I have to go check on my friend, she just woke up."
I tried to sit up, but Zade's firm grip on my wrist kept me from moving further. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was edged with warning. "I have told you that you're not fit to move yet."
