Chapter 68. Not a Rival

“I gave you a chance to do that, remember? But you blew it.”

He crouched to her level again, not touching her—just hovering close enough that she could feel the heat of his skin.

His massive shadow loomed over her. Aria remained still, her body stiff, but her furious eyes never left his cold ones.

His cologne drifted into her nostrils, stronger than before.

“Why are you wearing that cologne? To spite me? Don’t you have any shame? You’re more childish than any child I know.”

She laughed bitterly.

“Who would’ve thought the great Zayne Bloodfang would stoop so low as to put in this much effort just to get attention from a weak, helpless woman. Fucking idiot.”

Zayne’s smirk widened as he stared deep into her eyes.

“You hate me,” he said finally. “But you still look at me like you’re searching for Titan. A part of you still aches for that illusion. That sweet lie. The version of me that held your hand and kissed your forehead. The