Aria's POV
I quickly wiped at my eyes, making sure no treacherous tears had escaped, then rolled down the window.
"You've been sitting out here for twenty minutes," he said quietly. His gray-black eyes searched my face with an intensity that made my breath catch. "I was starting to worry."
Twenty minutes? I glanced at the dashboard clock. He was right. I'd been so lost in my thoughts, replaying that overheard conversation, that I hadn't even noticed time passing.
"I'm fine," I said automatically. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "Just... thinking."
Damian's jaw tightened fractionally. He didn't believe me—I could see it in the way his gaze sharpened, reading every microexpression I couldn't quite hide.
He reached for the door handle. "Come inside."
It wasn't a que
