|| ANASTASIA'S POV ||
The harsh clang of the jail door echoed through the cold, dimly lit room as Dimitri, resolute and determined, approached to bail Aiden out. My steps followed quietly behind him, a mix of worry and reluctance settling within me. Aiden's safety was a concern, but my guarded emotions kept me from revealing the depth of my worry.
Dimitri's stern expression softened slightly as he exchanged words with the officer at the front desk, ensuring Aiden's release. My gaze flickered to Aiden's bruised face, and I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to prevent his ordeal. His eyes met mine briefly, and I could sense a mixture of pain and reassurance, an unspoken connection that transcended the cold, metal bars between us.
As Aiden stepped out into the harsh light, a sigh of
