Ian's POV:
I tugged on the buttons of my collar, nearly ripping them again. I had taken off a button earlier this morning, but I was so tired I didn't care.
I dragged myself out of the car, locking it. God I was tired. The only thing that kept me going at work was coming home to taste Aryanna's food, and I was so distracted that I nearly zoomed past the checkpoint.
I was pleased to see that they had followed instructions almost immediately, and I complied with the warriors there, even if they were nearly shaking as they attended to me.
I opened the door of the house, preparing myself for the assault on my senses. Aryanna always made the house smell better, and I had gotten so used to it that I forgot what the former scent was.
But the unmistakable smell of Aryanna's cooking wasn't wha
