Aria barely had time to steady herself before her hand was snatched away.

“Aria, we need to talk.”

Marco’s voice came low and firm as his hand closed around her wrist.

Her expression darkened instantly.

Without hesitation, she yanked her hand free and brushed the spot against her dress like she’d touched something unclean.

“Get away from me, scumbag.”

She didn’t even spare him a second glance as she tried to walk past him, but Marco stepped in front of her again, blocking her path.

Aria exhaled sharply, folding her arms across her chest as she looked up at him with clear irritation.

“What do you want now?”

Marco’s jaw...