'Three years back.'
'March'
'The abandoned warehouse near the forest at Mocon west'
Aeon felt his stomach twist and turn remembering that night. His hands trembled, breath caught in his throat, and his heart tugged uncontrollably. He had no idea the color had drained from his face and Aarvi's eyes were fixed on him.
His heart slammed against his chest and his head throbbed. He had tortuous nights for a few days after it, remembering just to make him loathe himself a little more.
Feeling the cold piercing gaze, he forced himself to compose and look unperturbed.
Aarvi's face had turned a lot darker. After going through so much, she knew she should never expect a stranger to help her at that time, but she couldn't stop herself thinking every Harmon is a scum.
"I don't know what you are talking about. President Evans, I need to get ready, so please." His hand pointed to the door for her asking her to leave.
