Aria's POV
"My freedom," I said quietly.
Peter's voice broke slightly as he spoke. "Aria, have you really thought this through?"
He was staring at the signature again, like he couldn't believe I'd actually done it, signed the divorce papers.
I could feel his gaze, heavy with disbelief, but I didn't flinch. "I was too obsessed before," I said quietly, pressing my lips together. "Now I've figured it out."
My words were calm, but my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as if testing the truth of what I'd said. She didn't growl, just sighed. Even she was tired of chasing the ghost of a bond that had never been real.
A faint smile curved my lips. My hair fell across my face, and for once, I didn't bother to tuck it away.
Peter stared at me like he didn't recognize who I was anymore.
