04-17-2020, 02:00 AM
Sage all but yanked Aiden out of the limo. He was thankful for that. The smell of vomit and bile was quickly beginning to permeate every molecule of air in the cabin of the vehicle; Aiden might have vomited a second time if he had to sit there in that kind of smell. He unceremoniously wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand and fumbled for a gum or mint or something to get rid of the horrendous after-taste. It was a futile effort. Jaxen was talking shit back in the car, as usual. Aiden let it go. He wasn’t much in the mood to banter anymore.
Aiden shook his head at Sage’s question, leaning against the limo and lighting a cigarette. He offered one to Jaxen, not knowing if the other man smoked. Aiden only did under stress or influence. Again, he did that quick little trick to redirect the smoke away from Sage.
“I’m fine, thanks, babe,” Aiden said to Sage. “Do the – uh – does the cult have psychics in their employ?” That last question was directed to the both of them, “I just saw a man in my head using a bright light to – You know what? It doesn’t matter. It’s been a long day. Let’s just be on with it”
What had happened? Aiden wasn’t even sure what he saw. Was it a vision? A Psychic attack? A stroke? Did Jaxen do something with the Power? The images didn’t look like anything he knew of history. The clothing that man had been wearing was strange, to say the least, and what had that shadow monster been? Another one of Nox’s monsters that lived in the sewer? Perhaps it really was just the stress getting to him.
Cooper was already making a second trip back for the rest of the luggage, the first half being loaded onto Aiden’s private jet. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped the thing out, untying the smoke weave in the process. Aiden pulled Sage close and deposited a kiss on his cheek, being very careful not to let him smell the stench that had no doubt built up in his mouth.
Aiden moved passed Sage after a moment and took a few steps towards the tarmac. He turned his head to look back at his two travel companions and asked, “Shall we?”
Aiden shook his head at Sage’s question, leaning against the limo and lighting a cigarette. He offered one to Jaxen, not knowing if the other man smoked. Aiden only did under stress or influence. Again, he did that quick little trick to redirect the smoke away from Sage.
“I’m fine, thanks, babe,” Aiden said to Sage. “Do the – uh – does the cult have psychics in their employ?” That last question was directed to the both of them, “I just saw a man in my head using a bright light to – You know what? It doesn’t matter. It’s been a long day. Let’s just be on with it”
What had happened? Aiden wasn’t even sure what he saw. Was it a vision? A Psychic attack? A stroke? Did Jaxen do something with the Power? The images didn’t look like anything he knew of history. The clothing that man had been wearing was strange, to say the least, and what had that shadow monster been? Another one of Nox’s monsters that lived in the sewer? Perhaps it really was just the stress getting to him.
Cooper was already making a second trip back for the rest of the luggage, the first half being loaded onto Aiden’s private jet. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped the thing out, untying the smoke weave in the process. Aiden pulled Sage close and deposited a kiss on his cheek, being very careful not to let him smell the stench that had no doubt built up in his mouth.
Aiden moved passed Sage after a moment and took a few steps towards the tarmac. He turned his head to look back at his two travel companions and asked, “Shall we?”
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