Aidan.
I was in my room, trying unsuccessfully to gather my thoughts.
They refused to settle.
Every time I tried to focus on one thing, another forced its way in, louder, heavier, demanding attention. It was chaos, unrelenting, exhausting.
Everything had been spiraling out of control lately.
Nothing was where it should be anymore.
We had completely lost track of Galen, and that alone was enough to keep tension coiled tightly in my chest. But it didn't stop there. The poison in Adrien was getting worse each passing hour making it more dangerous, more unpredictable.
Time was slipping and we were running out of it, and then there was Maria. She wasn't helping matters at all. If anything, she was making it worse.
No…Not just worse.
She was becoming a problem.
The thought settled bitterly in my mind, sharp and unwelcome.
A distraction.
And I hated it.
