Freya had no real chance to see the others before he was striding past them, taking her with him to the small car waiting in the garage. She smiled tiredly, her head resting against his shoulder.
"You don't seem like you belong in this car, Aiden. Your views on women are so archaic, in a former life you must have been 'lord of the castle'." She said.
Aiden glanced at her quickly. His gaze slid over the paleness of her face, dwelt on his mark on her neck, visible through the long mane of her hair. In truth, he hadn't meant to leave a mark, but now it was there, his brand of ownership.
"I am going to help you sleep tonight." He made it a statement.
"Who were those people?" She asked because she knew he didn't want her to ask. She was so tired, even dizzy. She rubbed at her head and wished that for once in her life she was normal. He probably thought she was the fainting type.
There was a short silence. He sighed heavily. "My family."
