Aria hadn't planned on being back at Knight Enterprises for the rest of her life, and yet here she was, three days after the bakery incident, sitting in a glass-walled office fifty floors above the city with a lab technician swabbing the inside of Jules's cheek like it was the most normal Tuesday afternoon in the world.
"This doesn't hurt, right?" Jules asked, wide-eyed, more curious than scared.
"Not even a little," the technician said kindly, sealing the sample into a small tube.
Adrian stood by the window the entire time, arms crossed, watching the process with an intensity that made Aria's skin prickle. He hadn't said much since she'd arrived — just a clipped "thank you for coming" at the door, as though she'd had any real choice once his lawyer's letter arrived at her apartment two
