ARIA’S POV

I had missed Kael so much, and for weeks I’d clung to the thought of our reunion. But not like this. Not in a dress that barely covered me, with Liam’s arm clamped possessively around mine. Kael sat across the table, his shoulders stiff, his gaze restless yet heavy with pain. The sight alone twisted something inside me.

“Sweetheart, let’s take a seat,” Liam said with that smile of his, the one that meant he was feeding on the tension. He was enjoying this.

We sat, and ...