THE PRICE OF A LIFE
ARIA'S POV
."Your... what?" Noah asks.
The shock on his face is unmistakable. For a man who prides himself on control, I have pierced his composure twice in a row.
"My son, Noah," I say. My voice is cracking. I force myself to stand straight, refusing to break. "He is very ill."
Noah stares at me, his dark eyes intense.
"Jane, cancel any schedule I have for the rest of the day. Call Falcon and Matteo back immediately. They have a lot of explaining to do."
He looks back at me, his gaze unyielding. "Come with me."
He turns on his heel, and I follow him down the corridor into his private executive office.
As I walk behind him, I notice how incredibly tense he is. His broad shoulders are rigid, and his jaw is locked tight as he walks with brisk strides.
"So, you
