Aiden’s POV
The command followed me all day like a shadow.
You will apologize.
Ian’s voice echoed in my head while I paced the length of my room for the third time that morning. I had showered. Changed clothes. Left the room. Come back. Tried to distract myself with work emails and unread messages. Nothing stuck.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.
Jasmine’s face.
The way the color drained from it. The way her shoulders folded inward like she was bracing for a hit that never came. The sound of her chair scraping back. The way she ran.
I hated that part most.
Not that she cried. Not that she looked hurt.
That she ran.
I slammed my palm against the wall and exhaled sharply. This was ridiculous. I didn’t know her. She was a guest. A temporary presence. She would be gone soon. I
