Aaron’s POV
“WHERE IS REBEKAH?!” My voice echoed throughout The Cathedral, every gothic detail and its inhabitants having silenced to witness this request. Until this fire raged within me, I was a man who only spoke above a certain octave to prove a point, many of which only correlated with Ale- with her, Her name and the memory of it doing nothing to keep the beast at bay, it was clear I was not to be challenged. For that, I would deny it spoken by even my thoughts as I continued my trek over the crimson damask carpeting and following the motions by those wise enough to keep from making me wait.
The library at the end of the west wing housed the traitor of a woman. Her scent of pine and selfish ambition leaked from beneath the door before I had to part the doors. But once they were thr
