Aria’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of the city, the tang of steel, coffee, and something faintly green from the park below. I sat by the window of my study, the growing sun spilling light across my desk, yet the warmth didn’t reach the tension knotted in my shoulders.Rico hadn’t spoken much since last night, and neither had I. That encounter with the third brother lingered like a shadow across my thoughts. I could replay it endlessly, examining his every word, his measured movements, the subtle threats that hid behind civility. He wasn’t overtly dangerous not yet. But he had the kind of patience that made a predator terrifying. And I knew patience like that could wait years if necessary.“Aria,” Rico’s deep voice broke my train of thought. He was standing in the doorway, arms folded, a faint crease between his brows. “You’re thinking too much.”“I’m planning,” I corrected, without looking up. “Big difference.”“You’re obsessed,” he said softly, walking ove
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