Aria's POV
Justin was there, flanked by two broad-shouldered men in dark suits.
"You need to leave. Now. Don't make us escort you out," Justin said.
"I'm seeing Damon today," I said, standing straight. "I'm not leaving until I do."
"Then I'm sorry." He gave a slight nod.
The two men stepped forward. Just as their hands were about to close on my arms, I spoke.
"Justin, you owe me a favor. That experimental serum, remember?"
Justin went still.
"Mrs. Hawthorne... that was you?"
A memory. His young daughter, months ago, burning with a sudden, terrifying fever the best pediatric healers couldn't break. A miracle vial of experimental serum, delivered anonymously. It had saved her life.
Justin was silent for a long moment. Then he waved the guards back.
"Mr. Hawthorne isn't here." He w
