Aria's POV
Relief flooded through me so powerfully I thought my knees might give out. He was okay. He was standing right here in front of me, solid and real and *alive.*
But then the full weight of what had just happened crashed down on me like a tidal wave.
I'd dropped everything. Abandoned my team in the middle of what should have been our celebration. Took the private jet without a second thought.
Spent eight hours in the air convinced I was going to arrive too late, that I'd never get the chance to tell him—
To tell him what, exactly?
The thought made my chest tighten, but I shoved it away. Because right now, relief was rapidly giving way to something else entirely.
Fury.
"Then why didn't you tell me?!" I demanded, my voice cracking on the last word.
I push
