Aria Amethyst’s Point of View
“Blue…”
His name slipped out of my lips in a breath barely louder than a whisper, but it felt like my entire chest echoed it. I stood frozen, watching the powerful image of Blue walking away—his broad shoulders tense, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.
He didn’t say a word.
He didn’t have to.
One look was enough to tell me that he had misunderstood everything.
And that expression on his face… God.
It wasn’t anger.
It wasn’t jealousy.
It was hurt.
A sharp, quiet kind of hurt that stabbed straight into my ribs.
“He saw us,” Thadeus said behind me, his voice calm yet heavy. I nodded, still staring in the direction Blue disappeared.
“You’re worried, aren’t you?” he asked.
I turned to face him slowly. I didn’t even try to hide it.
“Yeah…
