The next two days were a dark haze in Aidan’s tortured mind. He had barely paid attention to the final banquet of the ceremony; his mind was a constant battle to accept reality, to understand it, or at least, to remain as sane as he could.

“Get up! You look like you’ve been drugged, what the hell is wrong with you?” Brennan reprimanded him once the plane landed in New York. “The ceremony will be tonight, in less than six hours. Everything is already prepared and you look like a zombie since you