Aria POV

The sky above the city was still bruised with the memory of last night’s storm when I stepped onto the rooftop. The wind tugged at my cover. Below, the streets hummed with cars and sirens, but up here everything felt incredibly still like the world was holding its breath.

He stood at the far end of the deck waiting for me. The man who had burned down his kingdom, who had walked back from the edge of death, who had asked me to choose him in the middle of a shootout. His eyes ...