fulfilled.
Whichever way Aidan looked at it…if he failed, she would be forever lost and the world would remain doomed.
They would all die.
But if that happened, if he couldn’t get her back , Aidan didn’t want to survive. Not without her. That was the extent to which he had fallen for her. She had only just come into his life, and already he could not envision a future without her.
It was crazy, and if someone had told him he would fall madly in love with a woman mere days after meeting her, he would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of such a prediction.
Had that somebody moreover declared that the woman he was bound to fall in love with was the reincarnation of the very same Morrigan he had been reading about all his life, he would have had that person committed.
But so much had happened in such a short time. And the very first time he’d seen her, he’d already been halfway out of his mind. She had made his heart stop.
No woma n― eve r― had gotten to him the way she had from the very beginning!
He’d been with quite a few women in the past, but his relationships had never lasted very long, as he hadn’t felt more for any of them than physical attraction.
But Persephone was different. She was in every part of him…had gotten under his skin. If the reason behind his feelings for her turned out to be nothing but destiny’s machinations, then so be it.
It wouldn’t change the way he felt.
Even if this love had been designed by a higher power, he didn’t care. It felt real to him. And that was all that mattered.
“Wait…,” Aaron suddenly said, “…why should he do it? I should be the one to remind her of who she is. I’ve been with her longer than Aidan has, and I believe I know her better.”
“I believe you are mistaken,” Malcolm replied calmly.
“I don’t understand. Maybe you could spell it out for me,” Aaron challenged.
“Though you may be acquainted with her longer, Aidan knows her more intimately,” Malcolm said matter-of-factly.
“You sonofabitch,” Aaron declared heatedly, looking at Aidan. It seemed Malcolm’s declaration had not gone down too well with his brother, who seemed to interpret the term ‘intimately’ in a different way than Malcolm had probably meant to convey.
Aidan was certain his father knew nothing of the several instances Persephone and he had kissed or been close. He’d surely meant that Aidan knew her intimately because he’d been inside he r― her soul, not her body. Though physical bonding was just as importan t― not to mention that it felt incredibly goo d― it didn’t get more intimate than that.
“Think about whose mother you are calling a bitch, son,” Malcolm scolded Aaron, who didn’t even seem to hear him.
“What did the two of you do? Did you touch her? You can’t have fucked her or we’d already be toast,” Aaron said.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her,” Aidan threatened, his voice a low growl. He would not have his brother talk about her in such a crude manner.
“You didn’t answer the question,” Aaron said.
“And I don’t intend to. It’s none of your business,” Aidan replied.
“It’s my business, alright,” Aaron declared adamantly.
“Why? I thought you said you didn’t love her. Wasn’t that what you said only minutes ago?” Aidan said calmly.
Aaron glared at him, his eyes hard, his chin set.
“I lied,” he finally admitted, his anger seeping into his voice.
Aidan didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t unaware of the emotions that must be tormenting his brother. He could very well see how Aaron would feel in all this. He had met her first, had spent time with her…they’d been on the run together. They were connected by the same bond that bound Persephone to Aidan. Surely there had been intimate moments between them.
Then, Aidan had shown up and gotten between them. She had even sacrificed her soul to save his life. He couldn’t imagine what must have gone