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Sierra's POV Staring into Mathew's cold grey eyes, my entire body went numb, thrust into reliving the moment he forcibly marked me against my will. This was a dream, a terrible nightmare that I was about to wake up from, where I found out I was safe in Aaron's arms the entire time. I wasn't here right now; this wasn't actually happening, I tried to tell myself. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Mathew asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "You look like you've seen a ghost." "How did I get here?" I stammered out, my throat so dry it was hard to swallow. "How did you get into our room?" he confirmed. "You live here." "No, no, I don't. How did you escape from Natasha, and what did you do to Aaron?" I asked, my sense returning now that the shock was starting to wear off. "What are yo