LISA’S POV
I watched Aiden walk away, his broad shoulders rigid, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. My nails dug into my palm, the sharp sting grounding me, keeping the storm inside from spilling out.
He was slipping—no, Elena and that fool London were playing him, and he was too blinded by guilt, too consumed by the past, to see it. Too blind to see the danger she posed to us.
My jaw clenched, the muscles tightening like a coiled spring. I forced a deep breath, but it did little to steady the chaos in my chest. This wasn’t over. It couldn’t be. Not until Elena was gone. Not until the threat she carried was erased from our lives.
I turned sharply, my heels clicking against the polished floor, each step echoing the rhythm of my racing thoughts. Aiden could
