Damon's POV
It had been five years. Five years since Aria left.
I watched the footage from Eira Architecture's IPO ceremony. Or rather... Aria's company. I replayed it over and over again.
Aria stood confidently on the stage, dressed in a crisp white suit that carried all the grace and authority of a Luna.
The flashing cameras didn't faze her. The reporters' endless questions didn't shake her. She had changed. The timid girl who used to lower her head whenever someone raised their voice was gone.
The woman on the screen held herself like a bold, powerful leader.
My fingers unconsciously brushed across the screen.
"Aria..." My voice was so low I barely heard it myself.
Mate... Rhein's voice echoed faintly inside my head.
It was weak, as if it had traveled across an endless abyss to
