Calista
I decided to confront Aerion the next day and fortunately for him I had slept off half of the anger away. When I reached his office, I knocked sharply on the door. His voice called for me to come in, and I stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind me.
Aerion looked up from his desk, his expression softening the moment he saw me. “Arya,” he said, standing and motioning to the chair across from him. “I’m glad you came. I was hoping we could talk.”
He did not try to go for a kiss like it was his norm.
I didn’t sit, not yet. He needed to know I meant business.
“We do need to talk,” I said simply, crossing my arms over my chest.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking unusually uncomfortable. “About yesterday…” he began.
“I want to apologize. I shouldn’t have jumped to conc
