AIDEN’S POV
I stormed into my office, the door slamming behind me with a crack that echoed through the room. My chest heaved, each breath sharp and uneven, as if the air itself was fighting me.
The roses on my desk—blue, perfect, taunting—caught my eye, and I froze. They were the same ones Elena had held this morning, her fingers brushing the petals as though they were something sacred. My jaw clenched so tight it ached, a muscle twitching in my cheek.
London.
The name seared through my mind, a brand I couldn’t shake. I could still see her face, the way she’d smiled—just a flicker, but enough to make my stomach twist. She hadn’t hesitated. Not for a second. She’d taken the flowers, read the note, and tucked it all away like it was nothing. Like it was normal.
Like she was us
