Thoughts that shouldn't be.

Aiden's POV

Man, if tired was a person then that'd be me.

The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the kitchen as the morning light filtered through the blinds in sharp slants across the counter.

I stood at the stove, flipping pancakes, the routine grounding me in a world that felt like it was slipping out of my control.

My hands moved on autopilot, but my mind was far from here.

It was pinned on Elira, on her escape, on the way she’d looked at me in that courtyard, bloodied....yet unbroken, with her eyes burning with defiance.

On a normal circumstance, I should’ve hated her....