Aria’s POV
The morning was quiet, almost deceptively so. The city outside my window was already humming with activity, but up here in the penthouse, it felt like the world had paused, giving me a brief moment to breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed, the soft fabric of my maternity dress stretching gently over my growing belly, my fingers brushing across her tiny kicks. Each movement made my chest tighten not with fear, but with a fierce, protective love.
Today was another critical day. Juno had sent a series of alerts overnight, subtle but deliberate signals from the third Zane brother. It was becoming clear that he was testing the waters, gauging our reactions, measuring our strength. And we weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of underestimating us.
Rico entered the room quietl
