Before Clyde was within arm’s reach of me, someone else’s arm shoved against his side, sending him staggering. Aiden seemingly appeared out of nowhere, his form looming before me as a sort of protective, living shield. My mouth could barely form a surprised ‘o’; he’d been here this whole time?

“Piss off, Clyde,” Aiden’s growl was animalistic, a deep, throaty noise that sent more spasms across my skin. “Not her fault you can’t handle the truth.”

Clyde straightened himself ...