Cassian
Aria left, and I stopped calling too. The last time I reached out to her was four months ago. I hope she is happy now. I regret pushing her away every day.
That was the truth of it. What else could I hold onto after pushing away the one person who saw beyond the monster everyone else feared? The reports from my men confirmed she was safe—that was all I needed to know. I'd given strict instructions: I don’t want anything personal. Just her location, her security status. I didn't need to know if she'd moved on, found someone else to share her warmth with. I wasn't a masochist.
But f**k, I was a liar.
I leaned back in my chair, running a hand down my face. Aria had been a temporary person in my life, yet her absence felt permanent.
Sometimes her face appeared so vividly in my min
