Aria POV
Penny talked almost nonstop through breakfast.
At first, I thought it was nerves. Then I realized it was simply who she was.
She filled the kitchen with stories while she cooked. Stories about the club, about the bar she ran, about the brothers who apparently couldn’t survive without her reminding them to eat vegetables occasionally.
Roman mostly grunted. Ghost just sat back, watching her with a bemused expression.
And somehow, by the time the dishes were done, I found myself smiling.
It felt strange. Wrong, almost. Like I was laughing at a funeral. The guilt settled over me so fast it stole the breath from my lungs.
Because while I sat here eating pancakes and listening to Penny tease Ghost, Luca was still in New York. He was probably panicked, looking for me, terrified s
