AIDEN’S POV
Luke’s words were a jagged stone lodged in my chest, heavy and unrelenting, long after he’d left the room.
“You already lost her.”
“London is the one she calls.”
“Earn her trust.”
The echo of his voice hammered against my skull, each word driving the truth deeper into my bones. I slammed my fist against the desk, the sharp crack reverberating through the room. Papers scattered like leaves in a storm.
My breath came in ragged bursts, my chest heaving as if I’d been running for miles.
“Damn it all.”
I’d been so sure—so arrogantly, foolishly sure—that no matter what, Elena would always come back to me. That no matter how far she strayed, she’d find her way home. To me. But she wasn’t. Instead, she was slipping through my fingers like sand, and that bastard
