Arwen stared at Aiden. His fury was still clear in his eyes. She didn't say anything; she just looked.
If she wasn't wrong, then he had been at the hospital, around her, since the entire night. Yet he never showed himself, but remained in the shadows, guarding her … secretly.
And the moment she needed him, he was there. How does he do it every time… so swiftly … so efficiently … so naturally, as though he were meant to be her guardian? For not once, twice … but for eternity.
Eternity was too long of a promise, she knew. But his presence has always made her feel so. She couldn't help it.
"Ahem! Ahem!" Idris cleared his throat in a deliberate attempt to draw the attention that was clearly not on him.
The sound startled Arwen; she blinked and turned, her brows furrowing in worry. But when she saw the smile of anticipation tugging faintly at her father's lips, she realized there was nothing to be anxious about.
