*Gwen’s POV*
When Darick returned home, I was ecstatic. No, even that’s not the right word. It’s been three weeks, and I still couldn’t find the right word.
Either way, I was a wreck while he was gone. Viktor and Isabella told me why he was taken, and it made sense. The council was there to make sure the vampire world didn’t get exposed, but also to make sure that the vampires themselves, led with honor and dignity.
That those who deserved to be in power, were.
But they never told me what was happening to him because even they didn’t know, and that put my mind into a tailspin. Chelsea being there helped, but when Darick returned, I jumped into his arms and thanked whatever gods existed for his safety.