Aria's POV
I spotted his headlights in my rearview mirror. Of course he was following me. Of course he couldn't just let it go.
Fine. Let him chase.
I took the next turn sharply, then another, weaving through the downtown streets with the kind of reckless speed that would have horrified my younger self.
The Aria from two months ago would have pulled over, would have tried to de-escalate, would have worried about causing a scene.
That Aria was dead.
After four quick turns and one technically illegal shortcut through a hotel parking lot, I finally lost him. I watched his headlights disappear in the opposite direction and allowed myself one small, vicious smile.
Then I headed for Meridian Tower.
The gate guard recognized my car and waved me through without question.
