Chapter 33

Arya. There were not many times in my life when I could say I was truly happy. Since I could remember, even as a little child, I’d always known I didn’t belong with the Shelbys. Not only had they treated me like the dirt under their boots, there had just been a certain disconnect between them and I. I hadn’t thought too much of it at the time, given that there had been no need to, but now that I was away from them, I could see the bigger picture. I was never really happy with the Crests. I knew this because I was laying in Tyler’s arms as he held me gently in the aftermath of our lovemaking and I could proudly say that I was happy. I was freaking happy. “What are you thinking of?” Tyler’s voice was low and soft, as if he was being careful not to interrupt my thoughts. My body still tinged from the explosion earlier and I snuggled up closer against him, sighing as his finger began to trace circles around my arm. “Just how happy I am.” “Yeah?” I nodded. “I never thought I’d be he