Aiden kept jumping from one house to another, the roof crackling beneath his feet. His thoughts were muddled, and the link with his ally kept flickering, fueling his fear.
Even though Lydia was considered a bad person, she was still his ally, and they had shared a bed together in the past. Aiden wasn't an emotional fool; he knew how to feel.
Quickly, he reached Lydia's home and stood in front of her house, scrutinizing it. He felt the same fear he had before arriving, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up as he barged into the house.
He scanned the living room, his brain racing with questions.
"Her door is locked, so did she lock herself in?" he pondered, placing his hand on his chin. "Or did someone abduct her?"
His eyes focused on the door to her room, and he moved closer with light steps. He placed his hand on the door knob and barged in, only to find the room empty.
