[ARYA]
Patience. That is what Arya Knight had told herself she would learn to have when she walked into the human realm and also when she stumbled upon the harsh reality that her mate was a human, and it was something she had forced herself to learn even with her rebellious nature.
It was something she never appreciated ever.
But Arya knight had learned.
She had gotten herself to a point where she was willing to withstand everything that was sent her way. She was ready to fight more demons than she ever thought she wud, and she would do it for him, the man she was beginning to like even though she had been pretending to despise all this while.
When Nikita had left three days ago, his scent lingered in the room Arya was held in, and she thrived off it. She held onto that scent so much that it got to a point where she didn't need any air.