Aaron's POV
I woke up with a migraine. Even though the wounds were now healed, and I made sure to use painkillers before going to bed, I still felt so tired, down to my bones.
The events of the last night flooded into my head, deafening me with thoughts that made me grunt in anger again.
Marcella was in the kitchen when I got in.
She cast me a side glance, that single glance mixed with prominent emotions like fear and anger.
"I asked you to be gone by the time I got up" I said to her.
" I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you think she is going to do for you, be rest assured that she won't. " And when she doesn't, you will have to run back to me," she said.
I sighed in exasperation. Why did I have to be surrounded by difficult women?
I picked up the cup of coffee I had succeeded in m
