Aida

As we leave Crispin behind and head out into the hall, Argent takes my hand and squeezes softly, as if to silently reassure me.

This guy. I feel as though I have been nothing but a harbour for trouble since we met, yet he takes it all on board, no questions asked, other than how he can help. So selfless. So sweet. So damn attractive.

I feel like we need a time out. Just for today. Just for a moment to forget all the swarming drama. Just for a minute to slow the storm brewing in my tummy and the anxiety tumbling around and around in my head like...