Aria's POV
An uneasy silence descended on the room after Kael's admission, the weight of his words hanging in the air. I could feel the familiar sting of guilt rearing it's head at the flash of pain that filled his eyes before it disappeared. I took in a deep, calming breath as I tried to get my emotions in order.
I refused to feel sorry for him. He was nothing but an entitled prick who had no regards for a person's life. I don't care if my words hurt him. Hell, I want my words to hurt maybe then, he'd feel a semblance of the pain that has been plaguing me.
The memory of Jax's mangled, lifeless body seared through my mind, fueling the anger that I felt. I forced myself to remain still, my hands clenched into fists at my side as I struggled to maintain a calm facade, even though an angry storm raged beneath the surface.
The audacity of him thinking he could just waltz in, say a few words, and everything would magically fall into place was the last straw.
