Lana had hung up on purpose Keira could tell She was probably worried Keira would keep talling and make things awkward between her and Aaron.

Aaron walked in, a glass of milk in his hand. His frame cast a long shadow as he moved, every detail of him so impeccably proportioned that even his shadow looked like it belonged to someone out of a painting.

Lena straightened immediately, setting down her phone and greeting him in her most polite tone, “Uncle Aaron,”

“Drink this,” Aaron said, offering her the milk.

His long fingers wrapped around the glass with ease, the cuffs of his shirt rolled up just enough to show his toned forearms. Veins traced faint patterns along his skin.

Her mind flashed to the moment he’d saved her from Wayne.

When the hideout had been surrounded, Wayne had tried to use her as a human shield. But Hayden had acted fast, shoving Lena out of Wayne’s grasp. She had been seconds from hitting the ground when Aaron appeared out of nowhere, catching her like some action hero dropping from the sky.