Chapter 15

THIRD PERSON POV

The evening air was thick with secrets. Mia Collins stood near the far end of the cafe terrace, stirring her coffee but never lifting it to her lips. She wasn’t here for the caffeine. She was here for persuasion.

Across the table sat Liam Sinclair, once a lover of Elena who now carried the weariness of heartbreak on his face. He shifted uncomfortably, his arms crossed and jaw tight.

“I don’t know why you called me here, Mia,” Liam said, refusing to look her in the eye. “We’re not friends anymore. We’re not anything.”

Mia smirked, her red-painted nails tapping against the ceramic cup. “You’re...