Aria’s POV.
Cain came into the house with a small duffel bag, the kind a teenager might take to summer camp, looking completely out of place against the grandeur of the mansion's entrance. He stood by the giant door, his neck craning as his eyes swept across the foyer, taking in the marble floors, the crystal chandelier, the sweeping staircase. He moved only his head, like he was afraid to step too far inside without permission.
"Great apartment!" He said it with a smirk that made my stomach churn with disgust.
"Thank you, but Aria owns this mansion," Maya corrected him with that childlike smile that showed she was genuinely pleased he was here. "I'm only staying here temporarily so we can take care of each other during my pregnancy."
"Interesting." Cain's grin widened, and I saw the w
