“Not going home – not now.” “I’m not taking you to that school,” he scuffed. “I have a car.” “I have your keys,” he retorted. From the corner of my eye, I could see Monroe nervously following the bickering between us. I really felt sorry for this kid. “Why are you being a jerk? Why can I not go there?” Aden rolled his eyes. “Seriously, jerk? I deserve that? Look, that school has a lot of energy in it. They have to help as many shadows as they can before you come; they would cause you to go mad if you went there now. Why can’t you just trust me?” “I’m sick of being the weak link.” “Well…figure out how to see again,” he said bleakly. “Fine. Take me to town; let’s people watch.” “It’s night time, Charlie.
