"Hey." Aiden's mouth has curled into a lazy smile, grabbing her by the hip and ushering her to walk with him, back to her room. Back to where she has to pretend to be normal and recovering.

"There's a lot of fucked up shit in this world and you and me? We've got the worst of it." It's flat-out, spoken so casually but Aiden means it--he sincerely means it. "Anyone lays a hand on you and you don't want it, I'm killing."