POV: Araya
Jasper's face crumbles at Araya's words. The reminder of Serenya, of the choice he made, cuts deep.
"Serenya means nothing to me," Jasper says desperately. He's still on his knees in the snow, looking up at Araya with pleading eyes. "I'll reject her. Publicly. The same way I rejected you. I'll make it right."
"You think that's what I want?" Araya asks. Her voice is sharp, cutting. "Revenge? To see someone else suffer the way you made me suffer?"
"I don't know what you want," Jasper admits. "Just tell me. Tell me what I need to do to fix this."
"You can't fix it," Araya says. "Some things, once broken, can't be repaired."
Jasper's hands dig into the snow beneath him. "I don't accept that."
"You don't have a choice," Araya says. She adjusts Lucian in her arms, the baby watc
