Aria’s POV I woke up with the same tight feeling in my chest I’d gone to sleep with. It had been creeping in since yesterday’s verdict, since that hug, since the way his whole body softened against me like he didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t want to think about it, but every time I blinked, it was there. That warmth. That weight. That moment where I realized he wasn’t as untouchable as he pretended. I kept replaying the look in his eyes when the judge said he was free. Relief mixed with something else I didn’t really understand. Something almost… grateful. Something that felt too close to hope. I tried to shake it off when I got out of bed. I took a shower, changed, brushed my hair, all the normal things. But the second I stepped outside my room and walked into the main living space, I felt it again. That strange awareness that settled right under my ribs whenever he was nearby. He was standing near the grand table, talking to Christiano and Ethan. Papers were scatter
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