"Damien got arrested."
There was a pause on the other end of the line.
"Aria," Julian's voice came through the speaker, the groggy sleepiness vanishing entirely. "Take a deep breath. I need you to stay calm. Don't worry, I—"
"Do not tell me not to worry!" Aria snapped as she walked outside.
"The both of you are telling me not to worry!" Aria yelled into the phone, uncaring of the straggling guests loitering near the valet. "He just beat a man half to death in front of a ton of people! He is going to jail on attempted murder charges! It is Friday night! The courts are closed! My husband is going to be locked in a filthy, piss-stained holding cell for the entire weekend! I am going to worry!"
Julian caught himself before he could tell her not to worry again. The lawyer knew better than to argue with a spiraling, terrified wife.
"I'm on my way," Julian stated firmly. "Wait for me."
Click.
Aria lowered the phone. She let out a shaking breath, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
