Aria’s POV
She took off her glasses, folding them with deliberate care. Her green eyes narrowed straight to Marcel’s hand locked on my arm. I tried to step back, to put even a little space between us, but his grip only tightened. He pulled me flush against his side, like her stare was empty and not daggers slicing into us. Into me.
“What do you want?” Marcel asked.. there wasn't an ounce of respect in his tone, which was weird.
He never talks to her like that
Her expression softened as her gaze settled fully on him. “Well, excuse me for being worried about my child,” she said, stepping closer, her heels clicking against marble. “I haven’t seen you in five years.”
Her hand lifted, ready to touch him, to pull him into an embrace but Marcel’s body went rigid. His voice turned sharp ….
