Aiden’s POV

The door banged open before I could even ask who dared disturb me. Haven stumbled in, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, clutching her phone like it was a hot coal.

“Aiden—” she panted, thrusting the screen toward me. “Look at this. It’s everywhere.”

I leaned back in my chair, deliberately unhurried. Nothing on her face looked like it deserved my urgency. I plucked the phone from her hand, narrowed my eyes at the video playing.

Good visuals, futuristic music, narration that ...