Rue’s POV

I hadn’t expected to see him—at least not here, not now. I had made sure he didn’t know my hotel’s room. But fate had an awful sense of humor.

When I turned the corner, I collided with a hard chest. A familiar scent hit me first.

Aiden.

Before I could retreat, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist.

“Why are you helping Percy’s group against me?” His voice was low, trembling between accusation and disbelief. “After all these years, Rue—after everything we were—you ...