Aria's POV:
It was so cold, I felt like I was dying. And then came the warmth, and the calming scent that my senses had become so accustomed to.
Anthony.
I wished I could hug him so tightly, show him how happy I was to see him, and tell him how his memory had kept me warm when the nights got very cold. But with each passing second, I felt my strength drain from my body. When he carried me up, I couldn't even protest.
"Aria," he called softly as we got outside the pack house. It was warmer outside compared to that dungeon.
I glanced up at him. "Yeah?" I whispered. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, refusing to cooperate.
"We'll soon be home, okay?" He gave me a small smile. I'm surprised he can smile in this condition, but then I'm glad the smile is for me. "Hang on a little longer; I
