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Aria’s POVThe city was alive with restless energy as evening settled over Manhattan, the streets glittering with lights that looked peaceful from above, but I knew better. Danger didn’t announce itself with neon signs. It lurked in shadows, in patterns, in small inconsistencies that the untrained eye would miss. And Caspian, with his obsession and calculated madness, thrived in those shadows.I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate, arms crossed, stomach tightening as I traced the distant cityscape with my eyes. Rico had gone down to review security feeds with Juno, but I couldn’t sit still. The adrenaline from the morning’s operations hadn’t left me it had only sharpened my senses. My fingers itched to move, to act, to anticipate every step before it happened.“You’re tense,” Rico’s voice said softly behind me, warm and grounding. He leaned against the doorway, watching me with that quiet intensity I could never fully read.I shrugged, trying to mask the fear I felt. “

Aria’s POVThe morning light poured softly through the sheer curtains, painting the room in warm gold and pale pinks. I sat cross-legged on the couch, my fingers resting lightly over my stomach, feeling the gentle, steady movements of the life inside me. It was quiet for a moment, peaceful too peaceful, perhaps but after the last wave of chaos, I needed this calm, even if just for a few minutes.Rico was already awake, though I hadn’t noticed him slip into the room. He leaned against the doorway with that familiar posture of controlled strength, arms crossed, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. “Morning,” he said softly.I looked up, startled at first, then laughed quietly. “Morning. You’ve been up for a while?”“Long enough to watch you brood,” he replied, pushing off the doorframe and coming to sit beside me. “And no, I don’t mean the dramatic brooding. I mean… the thoughtful, calculating kind. The kind that keeps us alive.”I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t

Aria’s POVThe sunlight streamed through the large windows of the estate, spilling over the polished floors and reflecting off the calm surface of the lake outside. It was quiet, deceptively quiet, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could have a day without chaos.I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers lightly tracing the swell of my belly. Every day, the movement inside reminded me of her our daughter and the life that was both fragile and fiercely protected. I smiled softly, but the smile didn’t quite reach my eyes. Despite the calm, my mind was restless. The shadow of Caspian lingered, like smoke that refuses to dissipate no matter how strong the wind.Rico entered the room then, coffee in hand, his eyes locking onto mine immediately. Even with the early morning light painting him in gold, he looked imposing, deliberate, like a man who could command the world with a glance. He placed the coffee on the side table, then sat beside me, careful no

Aria’s POVThe morning light poured gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows, brushing across the polished marble floors and warming the estate in soft gold. I stood near the kitchen island, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, listening to the quiet hum of the house. For the first time in weeks, it felt almost peaceful. Almost.I had learned not to trust “almost.” Peace was temporary, a fragile illusion. Caspian had shown us that more than once. But still, I allowed myself a small moment to breathe, to savor the calm before the inevitable storm.Rico entered then, slipping into the kitchen with that smooth, predatory grace that always made my pulse quicken. He carried two mugs, setting one down beside me. The rich aroma of coffee mingled with the faint scent of his cologne.“Morning,” he said softly, leaning against the counter beside me.“Morning,” I replied, my voice low. I sipped my coffee, letting the warmth settle my nerves. “Did you sleep?”“Not really,” he admitte

Aria’s POVThe house was quiet, almost too quiet. It had been a long day of strategizing, securing the estate, and tracking Caspian’s movements, and now that the immediate threat had passed, a heavy stillness settled over everything. I sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at the floor as exhaustion pressed against me like a physical weight.Rico was across the room, going over the latest intelligence on his tablet, his jaw tight and posture rigid. Even in moments like this, he exuded control, a sharp contrast to the whirlwind inside my own chest. I envied that control sometimes, the way he could steel himself against everything and still remain unshaken.I had thought I would feel relief by now, but instead, I felt raw. Vulnerable. Every time I let my guard down, every time I dared to imagine a world where Caspian was truly gone, the fear returned, coiling around my chest like a live thing.“You’re quiet,” Rico said suddenly, looking up. His voice was calm,