ARIA'S POV

The door shut, sealing us into a bubble of velvet seats and quiet, and I finally let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since the moment Sibil spilled that drink. Since Zane called me a whore in front of cameras. Since I stood there frozen, humiliated, like some fragile thing again.

Kane didn’t say a word, he just sat there, perfect posture, his eyes trained on the window like he wasn’t part of the disaster that had just unfolded.

Meanwhile, I was ...