Aria
The moment Gabriel strode into the hospital hallway, I knew we were in for a show. His eyes found me like a hawk spotting a mouse from a mile away. "Running away from your future husband? Is that how you do it, Aria?"
I rolled my eyes so hard I worried they'd get stuck that way. "I'm not running, Gabriel. Just busy saving lives while you play tag."
Alex, who had been trying to get a vending machine snack, straightened up, sensing the tension. "What's he doing here?" he muttered, more to the chocolate bar he was trying to rescue than to me.
Gabriel, all puffed up with indignation, took a step closer. "I've been looking for her. We have...matters to discuss."
"Looks more like you're interrupting," Alex said, finally snagging his snack. "And here I thought you were better at timing.
