““Who did this to you?” I whisper. His gaze falls to my hands. His lips turn up in amusement. The expression is so strange until I realize he’s staring at my clenched fists. “You aching for a fight?” “Who hurt you, Aiden?” I ask again. My fingernails dig into the flesh of my palm. He leans closer until his mouth hovers close to my ear. “You gonna fight my demons for me? Will you kill the monsters who haunt me?””
