Because since the eye-opening chat with Jonathan, I’m starting to think I’m broken beyond repair.
“Interesting location for a battle.” Aiden’s mocking tone reaches me first before he slides against his car that’s parked opposite mine.
I throw my bag in the backseat and lean against the driver door, facing him and crossing my arms over my chest.
“What do you want Aiden?”
“Simple. Tell me what Father told you that you became so volatile.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“No one keeps me in the dark,” he shrugs.
“Seriously? You’re bringing out your guns for something as insignificant as this?”
“Insignificant battles win the war.” He pauses. “Now tell me what I need to know.”
“No.”
“I’m going after Astrid, then. Careful King, your own queen will bring you to your knees.”
My jerk reaction is to punch him in the face.
I don’t.
I should’ve known that Aiden will pine for my weakness. But the thing with Jonathan is none of his fucking business and it’ll remain that way.
“I look forward to spending more time with Clifford. Maybe I should join her and Sterling in bowling?”
“You do that.”
His narrows his eyes. “If you’re testing my bluff, then it’s your loss. You know I will do it.”
“I’m sure you will.” I nod in the opposite direction where a tall blonde walks in the direction of a small green car with her friend. “In exchange, I’ll have a go at Ice Princess.”
His smirk falls and his shoulders crowd with tension.
“I heard she can be fun and not so icy underneath the exterior.”
His right eye twitches.
Checkmate.
I slam my shoulder into his. “Stay the fuck away from Astrid.”
I climb into my car as he continues staring at her with darkened, angry eyes.
I don’t trust Aiden, but I trust whatever fucked up fixation he has on that girl since the first time he saw her last year.
She’s the same girl he’s been stalking on Instagram like a stage five creeper.
Now that Aiden’s taken care of, it’s time I focus on more pressing matters.
Like Jonathan and his fucking secret from hell.
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