DAMIEN’S POV
I waited under the rain. I had no umbrella with me. My thoughts provided enough cover from the crying skies. Aria crossed the street, her hands gripping her beige skirt as she jumped a puddle. As she got closer, I saw the brooding look on her face.
She also had no umbrella.
She looked up at me, then threw her arms around me. We stayed like that for a long time, just the two of us under the rain. Cold clung to our skins, but there was warmth between us.
Aria let go and studied my face. You can never be free of him, can you?”
I said nothing. I knew exactly what she was talking about. She figured it out even before I told her.
“Do you want to?” she asked quietly.
There it was. The question I had been avoiding for years reared its ugly head, darting its tongue in the cool a
