Luca’s POV
The office was quiet. Too fucking quiet.
It had been a day. A fucking day.
Aria was gone. I let her go.
The right choice. The rational choice. The fucking logical choice.
Then why the fuck did it feel like my chest was being hollowed out with a dull knife? She wanted to go, didn’t she?
Or did she want me to stop her?
I exhaled hard, rubbing my face, trying to drown out the noise, the regret, the fucking ache that had been clawing at me since the second she walked away. Since I let her.
A knock. Sharp. Clipped.
Didn’t answer. Didn’t fucking care.
The door swung open anyway.
Elena.
Her eyes found mine like she already knew. Like she had been waiting for this.
I stiffened, forcing the mask back on. Shoving all the fucking wreckage deep, deep, deeper.
“What do you want?” I muttered, reaching for the half-empty bottle of whiskey on my desk.
She stepped inside, shut the door behind her. Crossed her arms. That sharp, knowing fucking look in her eyes.
“You look like shit.”
I snorte
