“You don’t know,”
Alexa’s eyes welled up with tears threatening to fall, her bare feet burning unprotected from the blistering cold. Aiden looked at her with an unreadable expression, one that not even she, who had learned to see the emotion behind his eyes could decipher.
“I don’t know where I’m going, I wake up in a different area each time,”
“Each time? How long has this been happening?”
The flash of anger through their bond was enough to ground Alexa’s shaky thoughts, and she clung onto it as if it were a buoy floating in the middle of a raging sea and she was caught up in the tumultuous waves.
Alexa was at a loss for words as they stared at one another. His anger was clear in his eyes. How could she tell him that she was scared, drawn in by an unknown force that called out to her even in her waking hours?
“How long, Alexa?” he asked again, with more force behind his words.
“A few months,” She let out a tired sigh.
