Chapter 63

Aiden’s POV

Odessa was a master of emotion, knowing how to frame her words and enunciate it at the very right points, to spin them into knives that could poke through whatever exterior you had - hard, soft, mushy, she knew it all. Odessa had a knack of people, and boy, was she manipulative.

“Don’t call me that again, Odessa. Or you’ll lose your tongue before you leave.”

“Do you have to always be so melodramatic, Auggie?” she laughed, a shrill sound cutting through the crisp morning. “Some things just never change, do they?”

She bent to retrieve a champagne flute from the side of the pool and poured herself some of white wine Scarlett brought outside.

“If you won’t entertain me, maybe I will,” she said airily, dropping her Yves Saint Laurent clutch purse beside the wine bottle.

Odessa was like an idol waiting to be broken. I wanted to break her into a billion pieces, grind those pieces to fine powder and scatter them across the Atlantic. She always came into my life when sh