RESTRATEGIZE

Aiden's POV

Talking to Artemis always made me feel so much better than I would normally like to admit, not because I'm proud, but because Artemis would never let me hear the end of it.

I stand there for a minute, gathering all the courage I need to continue.

The hallway leading to Don Carlo's room was eerily quiet, the faint glow of the wall sconces casting long shadows along the walls. My side still ached from the wound, but I ignored it. There were more important things to deal with.

I needed to talk to my father.

I pushed open the heavy oak door without knocking. Inside, Don Carlo sat near the large window, a steaming cup of iced latte in his hand, his expression unreadable as he stared out at the estate grounds.

Without looking up, he muttered, "You're still walking like you got shot."

I smirked, stepping further inside. "Probably because I did."