Aria's POV
The air felt thick, charged with an unease I couldn’t quite shake. My body was exhausted, as if the pregnancy was draining me in ways I didn’t fully understand. But it wasn’t just that—there was something deeper, a gnawing sensation that made me feel untethered. Damon would say I was overthinking, but my instincts had never steered me wrong before.
“Here,” Drake’s voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts as he walked into the room, carrying a glass of water with lemon and mint. He handed it to me with a smirk, a mix of confidence and charm that made it impossible to tell what was genuine and what was performance.
I took the glass, offering a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Anything for the Luna,” he said with a wink, leaning casually against the wall. “You’ve been awfully quiet today
