Aaron's P.O.V.

“She’s Okay, right?”Courtney calls out in concern as I laid the golden beauty down on the bed and tucked a pillow under her head gently. She didn’t stir, but her deep, rhythmic breathing was enough to tell me that she was alive.

“She’s breathing.” It was all I could get out, as I continue to stare at this beautiful stranger.

“She looks a bit rattled and shaken”Killian says as he sits near her bed side to check for any wound or injuries.

“So she's the little witch the elders have been keeping from us”He grumbles..

“She’s not a witch you dumbass, just shut up and do your duty...