Aria's POVLucien set the milk glass down on the counter.The sound was small and precise, the kind of deliberate quietness that meant his mind was already somewhere else entirely. He didn't look at me. He looked at the window, at the black Atlantic beyond it, at something only he could see in the dark.I stayed on my side of the kitchen, my arms wrapped loosely around myself, watching him. The warmth of the cottage, the orange-cheese smell, Mia's yellow boots drying by the door, all of it suddenly felt fragile. Like a soap bubble catching light for one perfect second before the surface tension gives.His jaw shifted."We have to go back," he said.Not I'm sorry. Not I wish we didn't. Just the fact of it, delivered in that low, flat tone he used when a decision had already been made somewhere deep in his chest and he was only now letting it reach his mouth.I looked at him for a long moment. "Marcus?""He sent a m
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