Aiden's POV
I saw her before she saw me.
She’d gone back to the party, to the flashing lights and the pulsing bass. I stayed behind, pacing like a caged animal, fury choking me with every breath I took.
I’d let her walk away.
Again.
And that stranger—the one in the black mask—he was still there. Lingering. Like a goddamn shadow.
The second I stepped back into the crowd, I saw her. Dancing.
With him.
Her body pressed flush against his, the white feathers of her mask catching the lights like she was some kind of fallen angel gone rogue. She moved like the music was part of her bloodstream—wild, reckless, untouchable. His hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, sliding too low. And she wasn’t just letting him.
She was enjoying it. She was feeding off of it.
And then she looked at
