So that was how he died.
Pulled into a world he was not acquainted with, drained to the last drop of his blood, and then torn apart in a blood-soaked siege.
Afterward, Aiden's night was again tormented by nightmares. This time, the nightmares were not limited to his horrid experience in Swiftborough Castle. They went backward in time, mixed with sweet memories that came in a rush. They acted like a numbing medicine, a coping mechanism that his body used to dampen the pain.
The first memory that he came to remember was his death during the raid at Swiftborough Castle.
Once again, he died in his dream.
It was relatively painless. Aiden even remembered the sense of relief while he lay dying in Ryan's arms. Relief because he had the chance to see the man he loved one last time.
