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 ...