That night, Aiden couldn't sleep.
He had tried earlier, lying still beside his wives, willing his mind to quiet. But it didn't work. His thoughts churned relentlessly, circling the same problems over and over.
Moments later, he was now standing by the window, staring out into the darkness of the night.
His arms were crossed over his bare chest, and his eyes tracked nothing in particular.
What could he do next?
That was the question that wouldn't leave him alone.
There was nothing he could do against Lilith or the demon lords until he was strong enough to face them directly.
He hated being forced into a reactive position. Hated waiting for them to make the first move while he stood here, powerless to strike preemptively.
Behind him, on the bed, Laela and Arianna lay asleep.
