“My help?” I parroted dumbly.
But I would do whatever they needed, as long as I was included in their little escape plan.
Aiden smiled wickedly.
“Meet us in the shed tonight. Leave exactly at 11:42 PM. Not a second earlier or later.”
“Why?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Was this just another game?
I was fucking tired of being a pawn on a game board.
So fucking tired.
“Because,” Aiden replied, “you want answers. I want your help. It’s a win-win situation, isn’t it?”
Isn’t it, indeed.