“Who are you?” Aria asked slowly, looking up at the blondie.

The blonde looked up at Aria with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes filled with disgust making Aria self conscious.

“I'm back, I'm the mistress of this house. Who are you?”

The words hit Aria like a slap.

For a second, she just stared… her mind refusing to process what she had just heard.

Mistress?

Reed had a mistress?

Her fingers curled slowly into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as something dark and hot rose in her chest.

Reed’s voice echoed in her head, clear and undeniable.

“I’m not married and I’ve never been.”

A sharp,...