Rain again. It always seemed to find them on the nights that mattered most.

Aria stood beneath the awning of the Devereux Tower parking garage, her silver umbrella useless against the storm slanting through the wind. The gala had ended hours ago, but she hadn't been able to sleep, not after what she'd seen in Ethan's eyes when he caught her talking to Liam.

Suspicion. Controlled, polite suspicion. So she'd come here, to the only person who could help her make sense of the truth.

Liam was ...