“Stop!”
I turned, wide-eyed to see several officers barge into the penthouse.
Aiden stepped in front of me as they pointed their guns.
A blonde-haired officer approached me but Aiden caught his wrist.
“If you stop us, we will arrest you as an accessory to murder and a prison escape.”
“Unhand. My. Wife.” He growled, glaring daggers into the man’s skin. “She’s not guilty.”
My heart raced.
“You’re defending a fugitive!”
“Aiden,” I tried to reason before Fer’s voice tore through.
“She’s not a fugitive either.” He spat, “Someone’s on the phone for you.” He handed the officer his phone. “Oh, and yes, you might want to see that”
A guard strolled toward Fer, handing the officer a document.
“Yes, sir.” The officer answered. “Oh.” his voice dropped a couple of octaves. “Sorry sir, w
