(Cheryl’s POV)
Aiden’s words still hung heavy in the air, wrapping around me like a suffocating fog. “If you think I’m going to let you go so easily, then you’re more delusional than I thought.”
My fingers trembled at my sides, my pulse thundering in my ears as I forced myself to hold his gaze, the sharp, chiseled lines of his jaw tensing, his icy blue eyes boring into mine with a fierce, unrelenting intensity.
“Let me go?” I snapped, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it steady. “What do you mean let me go, Aiden? I’m not some possession you can hold onto whenever it suits you, and use as collateral damage for you dirty business"
He stepped closer, his broad frame filling my line of sight, his scent – that intoxicating mix of cedar, leather, and something uniquely Aiden – f
