Author’s Pov

Their ride was smooth as Aiden had devised a different route for the trip to escape any supposed ambush at the popular routes they could have used on a good day.

Meanwhile, for Artemis, the trip was another silent one, and the only thing that ever felt good was the strong scent of Aiden in the fact that he offered her much warmth when he kept squeezing her hands in his.

They arrived at the Creeks’ estate, the dwelling place of Don Carlos, and drove straight to the heart of the estate, but a man in white suit and white groves stopped them and ushered them to the...