AUTHOR'S POV
"I'm stupid for being heartbroken," Fia said. And Avel froze before the eggs in the pan sizzled and popped forgotten, as he slowly turned away from the stove. He walked around the counter and wrapped his arms around Fia, engulfing her in a firm, protective hug that she fell into.
Something twisted deep inside his chest. He was familiar with Jett and his friends' operations, having heard their stories when Jett returned home during breaks— the bravado, the casual bragging, the way girls were reduced to themes and moments. But he had hoped Jett would not pull such a stunt with Fia, knowing how much Avel cared for her.
Avel's jaw tightened, and Fia gently drew back, just enough to look up at him, as she told him everything that had happened, including how Jett behaved as if he
