“Aiden,” she whispered, knowing he would hear.
“Remember when I told you animals aren’t the only ones with claws anymore?” he murmured back.
With a slow, deliberate nod, he indicated the huge gate, and a cold shiver ran up her spine.
“Shit,” she said.
“Just keep calm, little bit. You’ll be fine.” No jokes, no wicked quirks of his lip; this was a side of Aiden she hadn’t seen before. When the gate groaned open again, he didn’t just walk in, he prowled. His face was hard, eyes sharp, hands loose at his sides, and with every move, every step, every look, he stood out among this ragged community like a panther on the hunt.
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