Avery's POV
“Oh,” I said, trying to mask the sting in my voice. My chest tightened, but I forced a small smile.
It didn’t fool Aidan. His silver eyes softened, and he heaved a quiet sigh, stepping closer to me.
“Alright, fine,” he said, his tone resigned yet warm. “I’ll call the hospital director and ask them to let you return. I will tell them that you are trying to recover your lost memory and it seems being in the hospital is going to help you with that.”
“Really?” I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of me. For once, Aidan wasn’t the arrogant jerk who had tricked me into returning to the pack or the smug teaser who lived to push my buttons. Right now, he felt like my savior, someone who could piece together the fragments of my life.
“Yes, really,” he replied with a chuckle.
