Chapter 208:Healing and Scheming

(Aiden's POV) The Eastern territory air carried a distinct chill as our private jet landed. I stretched my legs, grateful to finally be on solid ground after the long flight. Roman had been tense throughout the journey, his protective instincts in overdrive since Scarlett's encounter with Darian Morrison. I poured myself a generous glass of red wine, hoping it would ease the lingering tension in my shoulders. The vintage was excellent—one of the perks of traveling with the Shadow King was access to the finest of everything. "Nothing like a good Cabernet after a stressful day," I muttered to myself, taking a deep sip. The restroom door opened suddenly, and I nearly choked on my drink as Roman emerged. His ice-blue eyes fixed on me with that unnerving intensity he was famous for. "Aiden," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "I need more of your healing herbs." I set my glass down, trying to mask my surprise. Roman had already taken a substantial amount of my special salve earlier.