Damien's POV
She told me she wanted to move the wedding up while wearing a hospital gown and holding a paper cup of bad coffee, with complete calm, as though she were rescheduling a board meeting rather than the most significant day of our lives.
This, I had come to understand, was simply how Aria Monroe operated. Decisions made clean and direct, delivered without ceremony, non-negotiable in the specific way that things are non-negotiable when the person saying them has already fully thought it through and is informing you rather than consulting you.
Six weeks, she'd said.
Six weeks.
I'd said yes before I'd fully processed it, which also, I'd come to understand, was simply how things went when Aria Monroe had decided something.
