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Just when I’m about to give him a piece of my mind, the front door opens and Xander comes out with a deep frown etched between his brows.
I take Aiden’s momentary distraction, run inside the house, and lock it.
I remain behind the door and peek through the lounge area’s tall windows. Xander has crossed over to his house. Aiden remains where I left him, staring at the door.
Ten seconds pass.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Sixty.
His poker face is on as he follows Xander.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I jump.
Aiden: A queen or a pawn.
Aiden: You don’t want me to make the move for you.
With a groan, I power off my phone and tuck it back in my pocket.
Screw him and his mindfuckery.
My eyes flutter closed and then open when that vision assaults me.
Only, it wasn’t a vision, was it? It was a memory.
Something that happened in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Remind me to never drink again.” Kim groans from behind the wheel of her car.
She cursed me all ways to Sunday when I woke her up this morning. She only appears a bit human because I gave her Advil and Kirian helped me in preparing her hot soup for breakfast.
If it weren’t for Kir’s school, she might’ve never left the house.
Her hair is in a messy bun atop her head and her uniform is barely in order.
I’m not in any better shape either.
Sleep has eluded me most of the night — I chased it away by drinking a gallon of coffee.
The thought of a nightmare terrified me. I don’t sleep after visions as Dr Khan calls them.
Visions.
As if I’m psychic or something.
They were memories, not visions.
To chase them away, I studied, re-read the Art of War by Sun Tzu and I might have spied on Xander’s house from Kim’s balcony.
Aiden spent the night there — since his car remained in the driveway. I hoped Xander’s parents were home to prevent any murder plots between Elites’ strikers.
