ALDRIC’S POV
The second I enter the packhouse, I see her sitting on my couch, dressed in the same hideous black robe that she always wears. Two of the warriors Colton sent to find her are still here, ensuring she didn’t take off again. She bows her head in respect, but I turn my back on her. It doesn’t make sense that she would have anything to do with Marco taking Breelynn, but her disappearance is suspicious.
Breelynn is still out cold, so I am carrying her bridal style through the living room to the recliner chair. Setting her down gently, I try to make sure she is comfortable. The angry red mark on her neck is still oozing that gunk, and every time I see it, I desperately want to kill Marco.
Ignoring the witch, I go to the coat closet to grab clothes since I am still naked; I grab
