AIDEN’S POV
I watched her storm up the stairs, her footsteps sharp and final, each one driving a nail deeper into my chest. My hands were still clenched into fists, knuckles white, the anger inside me a living, breathing thing. It burned through my veins, wild and untamed, but beneath it was something worse—something hollow, aching. Every word she’d thrown at me had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. And yet, I couldn’t let it go.
I couldn’t stand the thought of her with him. With London. Kissing him. Touching him. Smiling at him like she used to smile at me.
My Elena.
But she wasn’t mine anymore, was she?
The moment she disappeared at the top of the stairs, I let out a sharp breath, my chest heaving as if I’d been running for miles. My hands shook as I dragged them through
