Triton
I pace the bedroom floor of my personal chambers, nervously wringing my hands together. Ava is lying on my bed, deep in sleep, as the medic checks her over. My mother and father stood watching, shocked by what they saw when I arrived with Ava passed out in my arms.
“What happened, Triton?” My father asks. “How did your mate end up like this?”
I look at my father through burning eyes. Anger still ravages my body. I think I’m angrier with myself than I am with Ares, and I want to kill him! I should not have waited to go to Ava. I should have gone to her the very second my sentence was over. After ten years of longing, my mate should have been the first person I saw. But I stupidly let doubt creep into my mind about what Ava would think of me once she remembered everything. By being
