Aria's POV

I stared at my laptop screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as my professor’s voice droned on about molecular structures. Biochemistry—ugh, not my favorite subject. But I had to endure it. At least it was a distraction from the awkward silent atmosphere lingering in the room.

I heard a soft knock on the door before Jameson wheeled in. I glanced up at him out of instinct but I didn’t greet him, and he didn’t greet me either, but I could feel his gaze on me.

He had a ...