Chapter 23 XXIII

Aidan

Once inside my room, I put Daniela on the bed. She is shivering, her whole body covered in sweat.

'Love her or lose her,' my instinct tells me.

Fuck! I will never love her, but I won't permit her to die either. When she dies, it will be by my hand. And she hasn't suffered enough. Just smelling her roses scent brings forth memories of tortur