Part of him had been disappointed at having to step in, to try to help her. Because before that, before Verdi, she had overwhelmed him with her presence and he’d been convinced that whatever magic they could do, she would show them it was all child’s play.
And he thought maybe she would show them yet. In fact, he wanted her to show them. It was a desire that was startlingly similar to his need to find the black pulse of his dreams. He wondered if they were somehow connected.
It was that which had made him send her the message, against all his better judgment. He knew what an unholy can of worms he was opening up by doing it. For one thing, in the back of his mind he was a little frightened of the Loveguard girl. Because she’d already managed to invade Aidan’s thoughts - Aidan, whom nothing and no one really affected.
On a more practical level, Aidan knew how Melody would react when she learned he was going to see that strange black-haired girl. He considered keeping it from his girlfriend, but he just couldn’t do that. He had never been a liar.
Which was why he was driving. Because on the road, there was no one to demand explanations or promises of love from him.
There was just Aidan.
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