"You think you can just walk in here and take what's mine?" Logan's voice was a low growl, the anger bubbling under the surface. His eyes glinted with malice as he leaned across the table, his fists clenched.
Aria barely flinched at his words. The storm within her was calm now, a quiet fury that simmered beneath her skin. She had no time for his games. Not now, not anymore.
"I'm not yours," she said, her voice sharp, clear. The words echoed in the silence, a bold declaration that sliced through the tension in the room.
Logan's jaw tightened, his lips curling into a sneer. He took a step forward, his presence suffocating, as if he could crush her will with sheer force. "You'll regret that, Aria," he hissed. "I'm not done with you. You'll come crawling back."
But Aria stood her ground. She wasn't the weak, trembling Luna he had known before. Not anymore.