0080~Aria~“You,” I said.He stared at me with the same expression I knew was on my face. That blank, suspended kind of shock that comes from running into someone who belongs to a completely different chapter of your life, in a place where that chapter should not exist.Then he smiled.That smile. I would have recognized it anywhere. Slow, slightly crooked, like he found the universe quietly amusing and had decided to enjoy it instead of questioning it.“Aria Santoro,” he said. “In Paris.”“Théo Marchand,” I replied. “Of course.”Josie appeared beside me, her eyes moving between us. “Do you know this person?”“Unfortunately,” I said.Théo placed a hand over his chest. “Unfortunately. After everything.”“After everything is exactly why.”He laughed. He had always laughed easily. That was one of the defining things about Théo Marchand. He laughed at things that deserved it and things that didn’t, and he never seemed particularly concerned about the difference.“Josie,” I said, “this is
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