CY POV -
I wiped my hands against my jeans. I was sweating like I'd just run a marathon. My breaths came heavy, too loud. Athena sat across from me, upright and still. Her calm was unsettling. She glanced at the window, then settled into the seat like flying on a royal jet with a stranger was routine.
Like she hadn't just sat across from the man who finally realized she was his mate.
My mate.
Her. The girl who looked exactly like Aria.
Maybe that was it. Perhaps that's why I'd always clung to Aria, orbiting her like some i***t moon. Not because she was mine. Because something in me had been searching. Preparing. The universe was funny like that.
Or cruel.
I sat rigid, barely able to control the need to move, to act, to do something with the sheer pressure that had taken over. She w
