Aaron’s POV
“Alessandra!” I jolted awake, her name uttered as a desperate gasp to my chapped lips. The image of a gun pressed to her temple and the threats of a crumbling woman spoken behind her had been the final and first thought as my eyes pulled apart to assess this new darkness. After a handful of moments, one painfully longer than those that followed, the adjustment was made to find a familiar silhouette just out of reach. It was only when I lunged for him that I realized the chains keeping me at bay as he pulled himself into the light allowed by the small window illuminating the scene between us.
“Before you start with your threats, this was the only way to get you to listen to me…” Ronan began as I huffed. Every primal instinct I had kept just beyond my control was now set again
