Aria's Pov
I winced as Mellie dabbed the last of the ointment on my bruised cheek. The cool sensation soothed the ache, but I still felt the phantom sting of Isabel's fist connecting with my face.
"There, all done," Mellie said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Take a look."
I turned to the mirror and my eyes widened in surprise. The angry red marks and swelling from my sparring match with Isabel had all but vanished. "Wow, it's like it never happened. Thanks, Mellie."
She grinned. "Don't mention it. So how did the fight with Isabel go, besides the obvious?"
I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair. "Let's just say she really hates me. I'm not sure what I did to earn her wrath, but she seems determined to make my life miserable."
Mellie's eyes flashed with anger. "That witch. Did you know she tried flirting with Edward when I was in the medical ward earlier this week?" She clenched her fists. "I swear, I might rip her head off before the semester is over."
