GRANDFATHER RAGNAR'S ESTATE, 9AM
Aria's POV
I arrived at Grandfather Ragnar's estate exactly at 9 AM, dressed in a black power suit that hugged my curves in all the right places and made me look like I owned the damn world. The guards at the entrance bowed as I passed and I walked through those massive doors with my head held so high you'd think I was royalty instead of a rejected Luna.
Grandfather Ragnar was sitting at the head of this long ass dining table looking older than I remembered, but that wasn't what made my steps falter when I entered the room.
Jeffrey was there. Mateo's father, sitting with his hands folded like he was about to deliver some kind of sermon, and right across from him was Jonas, Mateo's snake of a cousin, smirking at me like Christmas came early and I was the present he'd been waiting for.
This wasn't a breakfast invitation. This was a f**king ambush.
