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word for it. He had been used. The second he had entered her, she had left in mind, and just used him for release. And he didn’t know what the hell that meant. If it meant anything at all.
    Now it wasn’t just Aiden out of control. He and Charlotte had just embarked into mayhem of a different kind, without anywhere solid to land their feet. He wasn't even sure how to deal with Charlotte now. Not after everything had just changed.
    Triaten cringed with the knowledge that he hadn’t made anything any better for Charlotte. And he wondered if he had been selfish for dragging Charlotte along after Aiden in the first place. No matter — they had a responsibility to Aiden’s current state of mind that Triaten was determined to fulfill.
    He hoped Horace got to Skye soon. He had almost let it slip to Charlotte that he knew where Skye was, and that he had sent Horace after her — but if it didn’t work, killed hope would be hard on Charlotte, and Triaten needed her strong. He couldn’t save Aiden from himself, alone. Horace was his only hope at the moment, and he knew he was getting to the end of the favors the elders would allow him.
    Charlotte’s arm suddenly flew up over her head. “Thomas…Triaten…I’m sorry…Make it stop…”
    Triaten winced. She was talking in her sleep. Ever since they were little, she had done it. And Triaten knew her subconscious spoke of things she would never say conscious. Thomas.
    Triaten’s head fell back onto the grimy chair, but his eyes didn’t leave Charlotte’s form. Damn his mind. It was his job to think, to work through every possible angle. It was what he had been trained to do. He excelled at it. And it was getting in the way of crawling back into bed, and laying down next to his naked, exquisite, best friend.
    His other best friend took that moment to enter the room through the door from the adjoining motel room. Aiden stepped into the darkness, fully dressed in black. He scanned the room, Triaten in boxers in a corner, Charlotte asleep, no top visible above the sheet. If he noticed anything, he made no mention. Triaten guessed Aiden would notice very little, his mind was laser-focused into killing Malefics, and as many as possible.
    Aiden took a few steps in, standing in front of Triaten. “I have a line on where that one Malefic that got away earlier from the warehouse is at. I’m he aded out.” His voice dropped down a notch in deference to Charlotte’s sleeping.
    Triaten stifled a sigh. He had hoped for at least another co uple hours before Aiden’s injuries healed enough for him to be walking. “Your wounds ready for it?” he whispered. “That last blade was pretty deep. Is this guy going anywhere? Do we need to do it now?”
    Aiden looked over at his sh oulder at Charlotte’s still form, and then back down at Triaten. “Coming or staying.”
    It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement, and Triaten knew that meant Aiden was leaving now, dammed if he had back-up or not. Triaten stood. “Coming.”
    Aiden nodded to the bed. “Charlotte?”
    “Leave her be.” Triaten walked to the corner of the room and grabbed his shirt. Gaping rips were still in it from the last battle, but he threw it over his head. “I’ll leave my jeep for her, if she wakes up. She can track us on GPS if she needs to.”
    Aiden was out the door before Triaten had his pants and shoes on, and a blast of sticky , summer-night air filled the room behind him. On the table next to him, Triaten quietly moved Charlotte’s sword off of his own, and grabbed the handle of his blade and two of the daggers next to it. He sheathed one dagger at his waist, and put the other next to Charlotte’s head on the pillow. He followed Aiden out the door, not looking back at the still motionless Charlotte.
     
     
     

{ Chapter 2 }
     
    The flame moon was on fire above them. Triaten, Charlotte, Aiden, and Skye had just exited Hotel Auric. Horace had done what he had promised — found Skye at the top