Aria’s head rested against the window, her breath fogging the glass in slow bursts while her thoughts raced faster than the Porsche.

What was she even supposed to say to Camilla? Congratulations on the baby sounded nice, but is it?

The child which she had for the criminal she turned against her for? Maybe she could start the conversation another way, or say nothing at all.

She lifted her head slowly and turned to Lucian. He hadn’t said a word since the drive began. One hand ...