~ NYSSA
Aria walked into what used to be my old bedroom, her hands folded over her chest as she watched me carefully, her lips turned down into a frown.
She eyed Eric who stood next to me carefully. "Is he staying?"
I nodded. "I trust him."
She hummed before lowering herself onto the dresser. "Rowan isn't going to think about the pack, not as long as you're unsafe. He is under the impression that his duty is to you first. He seems to forget that he was a king before he met you and he will remain one long after you're dead."
Her words were like a physical blow to my cheek. It stung like hell, but I knew it was the truth. There was more to be concerned about than just me, and she was right to think about it.
"You still haven't told me what I can do about it," I said softly. "How do I make him see reason?"
She snorted. "You don't. Rowan is a stubborn fucking bastard. You have to protect the pack."
"How do I do that?"
