Josh’s POV
I didn’t go looking for Aiden.
That was the lie I told myself as I walked down the corridor toward his cabin, jaw tight, hands clenched. The truth was simpler and uglier. I couldn’t let it sit. Not the look on Jasmine’s face. Not the way she ran. Not the fact that he still hadn’t owned what he did.
Some things rot if you don’t cut them open.
I stopped in front of his door and knocked once, hard.
It took a few seconds before it opened. Aiden stood there, already annoyed, like he’d been expecting trouble and was ready to meet it head-on.
“What?” he said.
“We need to talk.”
He scoffed and stepped aside just enough for me to enter. “About what? You coming to throw another plate?”
I walked in and shut the door behind me. The room smelled like coffee and frustration. His jack
