Aiden’s POV
Allyson Black.
Another woman that terrified me. Whose form had starred in my dreams for more than two decades. A woman that brought out both the worst and best of Aiden Zachary Thorne. A c***k in my armor.
"You're awake." She breathed, releasing her grip on my arms to open the part of my shirt where I'd been shot. "Thank goodness. It's healed. I thought the Fae were trying to kill you when they sent a healer to pour some medicine on the wound." Her eyes moved back to mine. "Do you remember who I am? Where you are?"
I blinked, only one word registering in my mind.
Fae.
Was this another dream then? Was I still unconscious?
The Fae had vanished centuries ago. This had to be a dream, if Ally who'd not even reached a quarter of a century was talking about seei
