The knock came again.

Aria frowned. “Who is that?”

“It’s me… Damian.”

Her eyes widened. Damian? At her door? At this hour?

She opened the door a little too quickly.

“Hi,” he said softly.

Aria stood firmly, blocking the doorway, keeping the door half-open like she wasn’t ready to let him in—or let him see more than she wanted.

“Hi,” she replied coolly.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Why?” Her voice was pure suspicion.

“Because… I want us to talk.”

Aria crossed her arms, studying him like he was a puzzle missing too many pieces. After a long breath, she finally stepped aside.

“Fine. Come in.”

Damian entered, looking...