"You think you're clever, don't you, Aria?" Logan's voice oozed with venom as he stood across from her in the lavishly decorated office, his hands clasped behind his back in a mocking gesture of control. "But you're still just a pawn in a much larger game."
Aria's eyes narrowed, the fire in her gaze never flickering. "You can play your games, Logan, but remember—I'm not the same woman I was before."
A tight smile tugged at his lips. "Ah, but you're still mine. You always will be." His words dripped with possessiveness, sending a shiver down her spine, but she refused to let him see her discomfort.
Behind her, the heavy door clicked open, and Dante entered, his presence commanding and intense. He didn't speak, but the tension in the air shifted the moment he stepped into the room. Logan's smirk faltered, and for a brief second, Aria saw the slightest flicker of fear in his eyes.