Aria's POV The silence of the morning was a lie.I sat on a park bench, the wood cold and damp against my legs, watching Leo chase a stray butterfly through the grass.To anyone else, it was a peaceful Sunday.To me, it was the aftermath of a massacre.My head was still throbbing from the gala, the echoes of my own voice ringing in my ears.I’d stood in the middle of that ballroom and called Adrian a coward in front of his entire world.I’d felt powerful in the moment, like I’d finally lanced a wound that had been festering for five years.But now, the adrenaline was gone, replaced by a hollow, gnawing dread.Adrian wasn't the type of man who took a public humiliation and moved on.He was a man who planned. He was a man who waited."Mama! Look! He’s fast!"Leo stumbled over a tuft of grass, his laughter bright and clear, cutting through the fog in my brain.He looked so happy. So normal.It made my chest tighten with a familiar, suffocating guilt.I’d brought him back to this viper's
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