Aria’s POV
Aaron’s clothes were disheveled, his hair wild, and blood streaked his face. For a moment, he looked completely out of place, his wild eyes scanning the hallway before landing on us.
My heart skipped a beat. Goodness…
“Aaron…”
But he wasn’t listening. He tilted his head left and right, as if checking for something—or someone—before gesturing for us to come in.
What the…
“Come in,” he said, his voice strained yet still carrying that playful undertone. “This is a nice surprise.”
I didn’t know how to react, thrown off by the sight of him. I hadn’t expected... this. But my feet moved on their own, drawn forward by the need to know what was going on.
And then I walked in—only for my jaw to drop the exact way it had when I first stepped into Lucian’s study.
The room was ma
