Witchling (Chronicles Of Witchood) - Plot & Excerpts
It would have been Lydia’s spot, if she were there. Aiden refused to talk about his break in and extended stay during the night. I was not sure if I wanted to talk about it either, especially when he was now so close and the memory of his arms around my shoulders returned and riveted my body. I had to remind myself that I was only fifteen and he, Aiden Winters, must be at least bazillion years old. In truth, I didn’t really know how old he was, except that he was much older, perhaps a hundred years or two. I attempted to picture him as an old man, all wrinkled and fragile, and that it was only because of his vampire curse or whatever he was that gave him the appearance of a young ageless god. I cannot be sure about my theory until he confirmed it himself. I should have asked Ethan when I had the chance. When the lunch bell rang, Aiden remained by my side and I felt as if he was guarding me. He sat with us and I was surprised to see him eat for the first time.
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