DOMINIC'S POV
I knew about Aria Sinclair before she ever looked up from her laptop.
That's the part I don't say out loud. The part I've been arranging other things around so I don't have to look at it directly. But it's there, underneath everything, the way the first coat of paint is still there under everything you put on top of it.
It started with Isabella.
We'd been over for two years when she called me out of nowhere on a Tuesday evening, her voice carrying that specific energy of someone who has information and has been waiting for the right person to give it to. Isabella collected information the way other people collected art. She knew its value and knew when to spend it.
"You remember Flynn Thornfield? ," she said.
I remembered Flynn Thornfield the way you remember a scar. Tw
