Sierra's POV
Staring into Mathew's cold grey eyes, my entire body went numb, thrust into reliving the moment he forcibly marked me against my will. This was a dream, a terrible nightmare that I was about to wake up from, where I found out I was safe in Aaron's arms the entire time. I wasn't here right now; this wasn't actually happening, I tried to tell myself.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mathew asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"How did I get here?" I stammered out, my throat so dry it was hard to swallow.
"How did you get into our room?" he confirmed. "You live here."
"No, no, I don't. How did you escape from Natasha, and what did you do to Aaron?" I asked, my sense returning now that the shock was starting to wear off.
"What are yo
