Arwen didn't know how much time had passed, but slowly —little by little —her consciousness began to return. Her eyes fluttered, and her fingers twitched instinctively reaching out for whatever warmth was closest.
"Moon!"
Aiden's voice cracked. That same desperate plea —raw and trembling —echoed the night he had saved her from the accident.
A sound she could never forget.
He still sounded as anxious as before. As though scared to lose her.
Did she scare him that much?
Maybe she did, again. But she promised to reassure him all over again —to show him that nothing could pull them apart now. Nothing.
"Didn't you trust my word, husband?" she murmured, finally forcing her eyes open.
And the first thing she saw was him.
Aiden looked haggard. Utterly, devastatingly haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and his usually sharp features had gotten softened because of exhaustion and fear. In a matter of hours, he looked as if he had aged decades.
