was an understatement. At one time, Ronan had been everything. My prince. Ronan had been his entire world. The sun had risen and set around Ronan. Aiden lived and eventually died for the man.
And now Ronan had returned. Aiden didn’t know what to do about it. He’d thought Ronan was dead. It had taken a couple of centuries, but Aiden had moved on. He’d fallen in love again, had a family. Aiden was afraid that he’d be moving backward if he reached out to Ronan or that Ronan would not mesh with the life he had now.
The truth was, he was terrified when it came to Ronan. The night they were separated, Aiden had lost more than his life. He’d lost his reason for living. He’d lost his happiness, his love, his heart. It had taken him lifetimes to feel again, to be willing to take a chance on love.
And that next chance had been Julianna Varik.
Yes, the happiness between them had been all too brief, and he’d been forced to watch her from a distance, knowing that she was not the same woman. Knowing that at any moment she could break and hurt the children they both loved. It was all the worse because he knew he’d created her.
Only his children were able to save his sanity.
“You don’t like him,” Aiden said softly as he handed the phone to Winter.
His son made a low, grumbly noise in his throat. “I look at him…and all I see is a weapon sent by the European Ministry. He knows you, and I think he knows exactly how to get past your guard. He could kill you before any of us could take a breath to act.”
Aiden grunted, his gaze drifting out to the window. It was a fair point. If there was anyone anywhere who could kill him, Ronan was at the top of that very short list.
“But he’s not actually the reason I stopped by,” Winter slowly began.
Jerking his gaze to his son, Aiden raised one brow in surprise. “Really?”
“The picture made me think of something else. Julianna.”
Aiden’s heart skipped a beat, and he shifted a little in his seat. Winter didn’t often speak of his mother. He’d never been as close to her as his siblings.
“Does it bother you that I might be with someone else?” Aiden asked carefully.
Winter’s head jumped up, his eyes wide. “No! God, no! I want you to find someone else. To fall in love and be happy. I know we’ve all said that to you. I’m not particularly thrilled about it potentially being him.” He stopped and shoved his hand into his hair again, scratching his scalp. “No, the picture just made me remember something that Mother wanted me to tell you. In all the chaos of Damon and then the aftermath the past several months, it’s slipped my mind.”
“What’s her message?”
“She said that she’s loved you every single day since you first met. She’s grateful for everything that you’ve done, but it’s time for you to stop living for your children and to find love again.”
Aiden swallowed hard and blinked against the sudden sting in his eyes. He would never stop missing Julianna, but the sadness came with a sense of peace now. Her pain was over. She was at peace now. He had to believe that. Winter had helped him to see her ghost before she finally passed on to whatever came after this life.
“Do you think that’s what I’m doing? Using you and your brothers as an excuse to not find love again?”
“I think you don’t have to look hard for an excuse. Whether it’s your sons or the Ministry or some other clan, there will always be an easy reason to close yourself off. It’s not like anyone would blame you for not wanting to take another chance. I loved my mom, but after the way your relationship turned out, most people would swear them off permanently.” Winter scooted forward on the couch so that he was balanced on the edge. He reached across and placed his hand on Aiden’s. “We want you to be happy. Safe and happy.”
“And Ronan?”
“Safe and happy,” Winter repeated.
Aiden forced a smile and nodded. He was content to let this go for now. He needed to think. No, there was nothing safe about Ronan. But then, there had never been anything safe about the man. He rode into battle with sword in the air and battle cry on his lips, ready to take on any foe.