Aria's POV
"Are you going to sit down for even one second?" Damon's voice followed me across the living room as I paced for what felt like the hundredth time.
I glanced back at him, sprawled across the leather couch, his arm draped along the backrest like he owned not just the couch but the entire world. The firelight painted his jawline in sharp shadows, but even his calm couldn't cool the storm in my chest.
"How do you expect me to sit when every part of me is screaming this isn't over?" My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to.
Damon's eyes softened, though frustration lingered. "Lucian's behind bars, Aria. The police aren't just holding him—they're watching him around the clock. He's finished."
