ARIA'S POV
I ducked behind a tower of plush jackets, clutching the chip packet to my chest.
I peeked once.
He was with a woman, but it wasn't Sibil.
Then, he kissed her.
Not passionate, nor tender. Just possessive...like a claim.
My stomach turned.
I hated that I still recognized him that easily.
Hated that just his voice could make my skin crawl.
Hated that even in hiding, he could reach me.
And above all, I hated that I wasn’t surprised.
Disgust coated my mouth, heavier than the chips I was forcing myself to chew.
Of course he was here. Of course Zane could waltz into a boutique like this with his shiny shoes, a new woman on his arm, and a rehearsed laugh.
My stomach clenched as I ducked again, this time lower—crawling on the cold tile like some kind of escapee in a
