Jaden’s POV
Sleep was a restless stranger tonight.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Luna.
The way she looked at me in the car, those big eyes filled with both fear and something she refused to name. The warmth of her presence lingered on my skin like a shadow. I could still feel that sharp ache in my chest when I almost reached for her, my hand burning with the stupid desire to pull her close… to taste her lips.
But she had pulled away.
Just like that.
She shut me out as if she’d caught herself in a dangerous game she wasn’t willing to play.
I turned in bed, exhaling harshly, trying to push the thought away. What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did I care if a girl rejected me?
My phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Leah.
My fiancée—at least that
