ARIA'S POV

I ducked behind a tower of plush jackets, clutching the chip packet to my chest.

I peeked once.

He was with a woman, but it wasn't Sibil.

Then, he kissed her.

Not passionate, nor tender. Just possessive...like a claim.

My stomach turned.

I hated that I still recognized him that easily.

Hated that just his voice could make my skin crawl.

Hated that even in hiding, he could reach me.

And above all, I hated that I wasn’t ...