Aelin paced in her room in circles, cold beads of sweat appearing on her forehead as her mind ran miles of marathons to come up with murder plans against the dark man.

Of course she wasn't really planning to swipe him away from the face of the world, but her guts told her it wouldn't be easy.

And if her guts told her anything, she obeyed.

Then her guts whispered something else to her, something she definitely didn't enjoy even thinking about: sit down and talk to the man.

Ugh.

Her fingers curled into fists and loosened repeatedly, as if her body itself knew that the option was for the best, but not likeable.

Again, ugh.

The good thing (as well as bad thing) about this case was that she didn't need to contact the man to meet up; he would always be there, hidden in the corners of shadows.

Hesitantly stepping out of her house, her mouth formed a disgusted frown at her own actions. But she had to do this; she was tired of feeling like she needed mental support.

She waited at her doorstep. There was no way she was going to let him come in, but she refused to leave her safety in case anything unwanted happened. Maybe it was a stupid idea, since it would let him know her home's location, but wouldn't it make sense if he already knew where she lived?

She shuddered at the idea of him invading her life. Shutting her chatty brain up, Aelin waited. And waited. After what felt like 10 minutes had passed, she was beginning to feel impatient. But she waited, because her insides told her he would come.

And indeed, he arrived. He appeared from behind the trees adjacent to the house, how? She didn't know. She swallowed her nervousness down and acted cool. "What?"

"I should be asking that instead," he said as he approached.

"That's it, that's it. Don't come any closer." She allowed about twenty feet of distance between them. Then there was a pause. She realised he was waiting for her answer.

"Everything. Tell me everything."

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