Alden
He pulled on a pair of jeans, debating whether to bother with a shirt. On the one hand, he"d caught the admiring looks that Rory had been giving his chest. On the other, she"d been visibly uncomfortable at being caught, making him realise that she was possibly even more innocent than he"d first thought. Or she was a fantastic actress. But he doubted that. Ever since he"d first met her, there was something different about her, and she definitely wasn"t anything like he imagined a necromancer would be.
Deciding that his chances of getting her to agree to another date were stronger if he wore one, he quickly pulled a shirt over his head, only belatedly realising he"d chosen the rugby shirt of a non-local team, and hoping that she wasn"t a diehard Bulldogs fan.
Alden walked out of his
