Raj’s POV
As soon as Eira's words ended, I cut the call, irritation simmering just beneath the surface. The nerve she had to waltz back into my life, throwing around old titles as if they meant anything. I wouldn’t let her unravel everything I’d been working toward.
I punched in another number, my tone sharp as soon as they picked up. “I need all the data now,” I commanded, leaving no room for delay. There were things I needed to be ahead of, things I couldn't let linger in the shadows any longer. Eira wanted to resurface? Fine. But this time, I’d make sure she wouldn’t get close enough to ruin anything, especially not with Saira.
Saira’s POV
In the restroom, I stared at my reflection, but all I could see was the younger me, the girl I’d been in high school—the girl Raj had done his best to humiliate.
The memory was so clear it felt like I was back there, standing alone in the school corridor, feeling a wave of dread as I watched my classmates snicker and whisper, their eyes darting t
