His Shattered Luna
She actually seemed better—hair still dark and flawless, posture relaxed, that unapologetic kind of beauty you can’t ignore.
She crossed the street like she had nowhere else to be. Marcus, beside me, had gone rigid. I didn’t have to look to know. His entire body reacted the instant he saw her. Whatever he learned two weeks ago, whatever made him drive eight hours to my door, it was linked to her.
She stopped only a few feet from me and smiled. “Aria Sutton,” she said. “I’ve been hoping we’d meet properly.”
“We have met,” I replied.
She kept smiling. “Briefly. And under unfortunate circumstances.” She glanced at the foundation building behind me. “What you’ve built here is impressive. The wol
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