The next morning came heavy with indecision.
Luna stood in front of the mirror, arms folded, her reflection a mixture of frustration and longing. Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, and the ache in her chest hadn't eased. She'd typed and deleted the same message five times now.
"Can we talk?"
Too simple.
"I'm sorry."
Too early.
"I miss you."
Too vulnerable.
She finally dropped her phone on the bed, groaning.
Across town, Asher sat in his office, fingers drumming against his desk. His assistant was talking, but he wasn't listening. All he could see was Luna's face as she looked away from him during the fight. The silence that followed. The door closing behind her.
"Sir? Your noon meeting is..."
"Cancel it," he muttered.
The assistant blinked. "All of it?"
Asher stood abruptly. "I'm not in the mood."
He needed air. Space. Or maybe just her.
Meanwhile – Wolfe Estate
Zane paced the living room, still visibly annoyed. Aria sat curled on the couch, watching him.
