EIRA’S POV
I kept my eyes fixed on the last people I wanted to see.
Irritation curled around my chest, stretching around me like a headache that slowly turned into a migraine. I curled my fingers over the edge of the table, jaw tightening. The music that played around us suddenly sounded like noise in my ears.
Of all the places they could’ve gone, they chose the one restaurant I was in. This had to be some sick joke.
It didn’t take long for Aria to notice me. Our eyes met and the bright grin she had on her lips faltered slightly, before she smiled again. But it noticed it. Her eyes lingered on me, taking in my features slowly. From my face, down to where Lucien’s hands rested possessively at my waist, then back up again.
She pursed her lips together, irritation flashing in her face b
