LONDON’S POV
The phone felt like a dead weight in my hand, my fingers tightening around it until my knuckles turned white. Elena’s voice still echoed in my head—trembling but steady, trying so hard to sound strong.
But I knew her. I knew the cracks in her tone, the way her breath hitched when she said Aiden’s name. She was breaking, and I could do nothing but listen.
I shoved myself away from the desk, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. My office suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in. I paced, my boots thudding against the hardwood, each step echoing the frustration boiling inside me. My hand raked through my hair, tugging at the roots as if the pain could ground me.
“Lisa set her up.”
The words burned in my chest. Of course she did. That woman was a viper
