Aaron POV
The whiskey burns my throat as it goes down but I barely notice.
Three days.
It's been three f*****g days since I watched my blade pierce Penelope's chest. Three days of replaying that moment over and over.
I watched as blood soaked her clothes– my mate's blood gushing out of her body thanks to my sword.
I pour another glass, my hands trembling slightly.
The door to my study opens and Marcus, one of my most trusted scouts enters, his expression carefully neutral.
“ Did you get any information?” I ask, eagerness eating me up.
I have been sending him everyday to inquire about her.
"Our contact confirmed that she is awake and out of danger." He replies.
Relief hits me so hard I grip the glass tightly, almost breaking it.
She is alive.
And out of danger.
"Anything else?
