Aubrey’s pov ;
Guilt bit on at me, creeping up with every passing moment. Why did Ryder help me again, after everything I’d done? After I’d nearly destroyed him? None of this made sense. He wasn’t the type to help anyone unless there was something in it for him. He was selfish, cunning, and manipulative—everything I’d come to despise.
So why was he doing this?
I sighed, I couldn’t just stand here and wonder. I needed answers, and the only way to get them was to ask him myself. I started searching the venue, weaving through the crowd, trying to find him. But when I finally did, I froze in my tracks.
He was standing near one of the large windows, laughing—actually laughing—with a woman.
She was tall, with long, wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and her dress clung to her figure in all the right ways. She had one hand resting casually on his shoulder as she leaned in to say something to him, and then they both laughed again, their faces lit up with amusement.