Aria’s POV
He should be twenty eight by now. I always thought he would be married with a few children by now, maybe even taking over after my father if he hadn’t been slain when I stood no taller than his waist. But there was no mistaking it now, it was Finlay. But he was nothing like the boy blooming into adulthood that I remembered. In fact, he was a watered down version of a man at all.
The same piercing emerald eyes widened in the same way mine mirrored as I could only continue analyzing him as he rose to stand. The perfectly styled hair he took such pride in was a messy wave pulled into a loose bun at the base of his neck. The boy who once commented he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing flannel now had the very fabric wrapped around his waist as a stained tee left a few scars on displ
