MATTEO’s POV

 Jones walked back and forth in my office, his bag abandoned on the floor. Ben stood by the door, watching him with a concerned look on his face. Jones' usually attractive features were strained, and I could see the veins in his neck and forehead standing out. He was clearly under a lot of stress, and I wondered what was going on. 

Jones let out a heavy sigh, running his hand through his hair in frustration. It was clear that he was avoiding Aria and me, keeping his distance from us. I knew he was afraid of me, and a part of me felt a sense of satisfaction...