Aiden's POV
I jolted awake from the nightmare, chest heaving, soaked in sweat—and full of hate.
Her.
The fury simmered hot under my skin like it had never left. I was so stupid to ever think I could move past it. She was lucky this wasn't the medieval era anymore—lucky there were laws and consequences now. But that didn't mean she wouldn't pay. It didn't mean I wouldn't make her feel every ounce of the pain she inflicted.
The clock glowed faintly in the darkness.
2:00 AM.
The whole villa was silent.
She was sleeping in one of the guest rooms—more luxurious than she ever deserved. More comfortable than I'd ever known as her slave. Back then, we chamber slaves slept just outside her door, curled on cold marble like dogs. No. Even dogs were treated better.
I walked down the hallway and opened her door without knocking.
