LOGINKyle’s POV“You can.” I leaned close. Whispered in her ear. “And you will. Because you’re mine, Aria. And I want everyone to see you struggling to maintain composure. I want you to feel me with every step you take. I want you to remember exactly who controls you.”“This is…”I increased the intensity of thr ball.She gasped. Clutched my arm.“Breathe,” I instructed. “Smile. Be the goddess everyone thinks you are. And maybe…if you’re very good tonight…I’ll let you come again when we get home.”The car stopped.Davis got out first. Opened Aria’s door.She looked at me and panicked, nothing was cuter than her face at that moment.I smiled. Turned the device down to the lowest setting. Gave her a fighting chance.“Go on, goddess,” I said. “Show them what you’re made of.”She took a shaky breath. Composed herself with visible effort.Then she stepped out of the car.The cameras went crazy. Flashes everywhere. Her name being called from every direction.I watched her transform. As she her p
Kyle’s POVI checked my watch. 6:47 PM. We needed to leave for the awards ceremony in thirteen minutes.I knocked on Aria’s bedroom door. “Aria, we should head out soon. Traffic’s going to be…”The door opened and everything stopped.Aria stood in the doorway wearing a dress that made my brain short-circuit. Deep burgundy…her actual favorite color, the one she’d stopped wearing for Jason. The fabric hugged every curve before flowing to the floor. One shoulder bare. Her natural curls loose and wild around her face instead of straightened. It fell to her waste.The bruises had faded enough that makeup covered them. Her broken arm was out of the cast as of yesterday, just a brace now that the dress’s design somehow incorporated.She looked like an angel dropped to earth.No.She looked like a goddess.My knees buckled.I dropped. Actually dropped to my knees in front of her without thinking.“Kyle?” She laughed. That beautiful sound I’d been obsessed with for years. “Why do you alway
Klein's first act as Guardian was to establish a proper base of operations. The Council provided a facility on the outskirts of the city...large enough for training, research, and housing a small team, but isolated enough for privacy.Mara took to organizing the space immediately, her systematic mind turning chaos into order. She set up a command center with monitoring equipment linked to Dr. Castellan's dimensional tracking network, designated training areas for different power types, and even a small library for ancient texts Klein had begun collecting."You're scary efficient at this," Klein observed, watching his sister coordinate contractors and tech specialists."Someone has to be," Mara replied, checking items off a digital list. "You're busy being broody and mysterious in the corner. Very Guardian-like, by the way. Very dramatic."Klein snorted. "I'm not being dramatic. I'm thinking.""Dramatically," Mara said with a grin.Despite the teasing, Klein was genuinely thinking.
Aria’s POVDavis stood by the window. Again.He’d been there for the past hour. Just standing. Watching. His eyes constantly scanning the street below like someone might materialize out of thin air to attack me.I tried to focus on the television. Some cooking show I didn’t care about. But I could feel his presence constantly.It had been like this for four days since I’d left the hospital.Four days of Davis following me from room to room. Standing outside the bathroom door. Sitting in the corner while I worked. Watching me eat. Watching me sleep. Watching me breathe.Kyle said I’d barely notice him.Kyle lied.I shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable. My broken arm itched inside the cast. My face still ached where Kyle had hit me.Davis’s eyes flicked to me immediately. “You need something, Ms. Myles?”“No. I’m fine.”He nodded. Went back to watching the window.I stared at the TV. Some chef was making a soufflé. Adding butter. Cream. Eggs. Cheese.My stomach growled.I’d
Kyle’s POVI stood outside Aria’s hospital room door for a full minute before opening it.Lucien’s words from last night kept echoing in my head. You want to see her fear. You want to watch her realize what you really are.I pushed the thoughts away and put on the mask. Then I opened the door.Aria was sitting up in bed with her left arm in a cast. Her face sass bruised where my fist had left a mark that spread from her cheekbone to her jaw in shades of purple and yellow. Her lip was split.I’d done that. I didn’t like causing her that kind of pain. On her beautiful face, I expected her to fear me when we met but instead when I opened the door she smiled at me brightly“Kyle.” Her voice was rough but full of relief.I walked toward her slowly pushing my shock aside. “Aria, I…” She lunged forward before I could finish. And threw her good arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of me.“I’m so sorry,” she said against my chest. “I’m so sorry you
Kyle’s POVThe holding cell smelled like piss and disinfectant. It was starting to get on my nerves. I hate dirty things more than anything.I sat on the metal bench with my head in my hands, knuckles still crusted with dried blood. The man’s blood. Aria’s blood. Mine.They’d taken my statement. Photographed my injuries. Documented everything. Self-defense, they’d said. Justified use of force to protect another person.But I’d seen the way they looked at me when they described what I’d done to that man’s face.Excessive. That’s what one cop had muttered when he thought I couldn’t hear.The man was in surgery. Might lose an eye. Might have permanent brain damage.I didn’t feel bad about it.I felt bad about hitting Aria.The door at the end of the hall clanged open. Footsteps echoed on concrete.I didn’t look up. Probably another detective with more questions.“Well, well.”I froze.That voice. I knew that voice.“You’re still getting into trouble after all these years.”I looked up s
Aria’s POVThe food kept coming.First, the oysters…plump and briny, served on ice with mignonette sauce that tasted like the ocean. Then seared scallops that melted on my tongue, followed by lobster tail so buttery I had to close my eyes to fully appreciate it.Kyle watched me with amusement. “Wh
Aria’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through the guest room window and the buzz of my phone on the nightstand.A text from Marcus: “Papers are ready. Come by the office at 8 AM.”I checked the time. 7:15 AM.Jason’s bedroom door was already closed when I passed it on my way to the shower. I c
Aria’s POVI sat on the edge of the guest room bed, with my hands folded neatly in my lap. The suitcases Jason had carried back upstairs sat unopened at my feet like evidence of my failed escape.Everything was perfectly still.I was perfectly still.And then I started laughing.It was very quite
Aria’s POVThe bistro on Thompson Street had the best croissants in Manhattan. It was buttery, flaky, the kind that left golden crumbs on your fingers and made you close your eyes with the first bite.I’d discovered it three years ago. It was one of the few places I’d kept to myself. For some reas







