Noella POV
I paced around the exclusive bedroom Aragon had rented for a week or two. And it's been almost three days with no words from Austin.
I was not comfortable, and I have not been able to recover from the trauma since that night. I regret making such a decision; leaving him behind is never a choice.
If he must die, then it should be caused by me and no one else. I sighed, still restless, from the bed to the chair, from the chair to the window, and after leaning on it for a while, I walked back to the bed. I did these in repetition. Soon, the door pulled open after a short knock. I knew, obviously, that it would be Aragon or any of the hotel patrons.
We were in the city, under the shield in Austin's hotel, but we went in disguise.
"Miss. Noella," he called out to me while shutti
