Jesse stood in front of Aiden, his brows furrowing deeply as he looked at him trembling by the gate.

"Do you want to die in front of my house so that your grandmother can come here and chop my head off?" He scolded sharply, his tone serious. "Why didn’t you just leave when I told you to? Do you even realize how dangerous it is to stay out at night? And now look at yourself...shaking like someone pulled you straight out of a fridge."

Aiden tried to keep his usual tough expression, but ...