With her head bowed in contemplation, Aurora finally acquiesced, ‘We’ll depart tomorrow night. I’ll wait one more day.”
Carly’s sigh was one of resignation. “I’ll come for you then, tomorrow night.”
Aurora nodded, and as a gust of wind whisked through the cell, the door closed, and Carly vanished as if she had never been present.
When Heath stirred from his unconsciousness, it was the dead of night. Groaning, he struggled to a sitting position, his wounds throbbing with pain. His surroundings revealed that he was in Eamon’s facility, but the specifics of his return eluded him. His final memory was of Aurora, tears streaming down her
face, pleading for him to stay.
Heath pressed the call button beside his bed, and the door swung open. Kieran rushed in, his eyes brimming with emotion as he exclaimed, “Boss, you’re finally awake!
Heath’s gaze fell on Kieran’s arm, draped in a sling, and he teased, “shedding tears? I’m still among the living!”
Kieran brushed at his eye, denying the tears. “I wasn’t crying, I swear…”
“Where is Rory?” Heath inquired.
Before Kieran could respond, Eamon and Lysander entered the room. The sight of Heath awake brought a wave of relief to everyone present. Lysander hurried to perform a health check, while Eamon dismissed Kieran, strictly forbidding any mention of Aurora.
Once the examination concluded, well past midnight, Eamon reassured Heath. “Aurora is unharmed. Rest now, and you can see her once you’ve recovered.”
Heath, sedated, succumbed to sleep once more. Lysander, observing Eamon, questioned in a cold tone, “How long do you intend to keep him in the dark?”
Eamon offered no response, simply turning and exiting the ward.
Heath slept through until the afternoon, only to awaken as evening approached, his desperation to see Aurora growing with each passing moment.
He persuaded a nurse to provide him with a computer and, accessing the highest security levels of the KING base, scoured every location until he found Aurora in the prisoner’s interrogation room.
In the dim cell, Aurora was a small, curled–up figure in the corner, her wrists handcuffed. She still wore the same bloodied attire, her face grimy from her ordeal. Her usually silky hair was now a tangled, matted mess from her struggles, a stark contrast to her usual appearance.
The sight of her in such a state pained Heath. His girl, deserving of nothing but love and care, should not be subjected to such treatment. It mattered not if she was known as Olivia or an international assassin; to him, she was the woman who could express her full range of emotions–his fiancée, his future wife.
He flung off the blankets and attempted to rise, only to be blocked by Eamon. Heath’s determination was unwavering. ‘Eamon, I may be injured, but I won’t be stopped. If you won’t let me go to her, then chain me here, for I won’t stay away from her.”
“Heath! She is…” Eamon began, intending to reveal Aurora’s true identity.
Heath interrupted him. “She is my fiancée. She may have other names like Olivia, Emily, Mary, but none of that changes anything. To me, she will always be
Aurora Pendleton.”
Eamon tried to argue, but Heath persisted. “Eamon, if you can’t trust her, then trust in me. Trust in my judgment. She is not your adversary.”
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6:24 pm
Chapter 299
MW
Despite his weakened state, Heath pushed past Eamon, his conviction leaving Eamon speechless. Watching Heath’s retreating figure, Lysander and Kieran moved to support him as they all made their way to the cell to free Aurora.
Eamon was left to ponder, realizing that everyone, including Kieran, Lysander, and Alaric, had unwavering faith in Aurora. Perhaps, he mused, the error lay in his own judgment.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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