Across the restaurant, Damian and Selene were seated by the fountain, laughing over breakfast. Damian, for once, looked relaxed  no ice in his expression, no sharp tone, just warmth and ease. The sight almost made Aria laugh out loud.

“How cute,” she muttered under her breath.

As she approached, Selene’s laughter faltered. She turned slightly and froze.

Her eyes widened just a fraction. “Aria?” she said, trying to sound surprised but failing miserably.

“Selene!” Aria exclaimed, her voice honey-sweet. “What a pleasant surprise.”

Damian’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His jaw tightened.

“Aria” he said slowly. His tone was calm, but his eyes screamed murderous confusion.

Damian blinked once....