AIDEN’S POV
London squared up to me, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin.
“You had your chance,” he growled, his voice low. “You don’t get to waltz back in here and expect everything to fall into place like nothing happened. You made your choices, Aiden. Now you deal with the consequences.”
My blood boiled, my hands curling into fists at my sides. I wasn’t trying to talk to him. I was here for Elena, for us to talk like two civilized people, and he was standing in my way like some self-appointed gatekeeper—which he wasn’t.
“I’m talking to her,” I shot back, my voice tight and strained, like a wire about to snap. “This isn’t about you, London. Stay the f**k out of it.”
He stepped closer, his presence towering and suffocating. I caught t
