ARIA'S POV
I was livid.
No—livid is too pretty a word. I was f*****g blazing, unraveling. Barely keeping myself from flinging something in Kane’s perfectly emotionless face. And yet, I did nothing. Just stared at him, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like I was trying not to explode from the inside out.
Then I did the next best thing to throwing a knife…I stormed out.
I brushed past him, not bothering to look back. He said something...my name maybe, or some smart remark in that bored tone he used when pretending not to feel...but I did not care. I did not stop.
"Where are you going?" he called after me.
I turned halfway, just enough to flash him a cold glance over my shoulder. "Out,I need air."
He did not follow, typical Kane. He never chased, never asked questions, never push
