Blane and I were walking hand in hand towards the holding cells. I had never been in this part of the castle before and certainly did not expect to be visiting someone claiming to be my uncle in there…. or an ex-boyfriend. I thought Blane was going to rip Aiden’s head off when he said that part. It had taken Hector and me to hold Blane back from going for Aiden. He had calmed now and apologised to Aiden, there was no hard feelings between them thankfully. Aiden was only the messenger; the real enemies were behind iron bars only meters from us now.
We stopped just outside the large iron bolted door. Blane looked down at me, concern written all over his handsome face. “Are you sure about this Mac? Behind this door are four people who want to hurt you…or worse. You do not have to do this
