Aria POV

I thought I was dreaming when I heard his words.

“Aria… open your eyes. It’s me.”

My head snapped up from the conference table where I’d been hiding after the blackout. My breath caught in my throat. He stood in the doorway with hair, torn shirt, eyes burning with a heat I’d never seen before. Julian. Alive.

As security dragged him toward the exit and the press screamed our names, one question hammered inside my brain louder than the noise: How do you fight an ...