“I
hate how calm he acts about it,” Aiden hissed as he stormed across the park. “Like it was as simple as that—they accused him of murder, and he acts like they did nothing wrong!”
“Aiden.” A stitch started to form on my side as I struggled to keep up. “Hey, slow down a bit, would ya?”
He seemed to ignore me, as if I was just some dead weight he was carrying around. “My family’s never been looked at the same. He didn’t do anything! The Ayers just want someone to blame, and all because my dad didn’t want this place falling apart!”
“Aiden, seriously!” I tugged hard at my hand, gasping as nails dug into the skin. That seemed to snap Aiden out of his stupor as he quickly released his grip, staring at the scratch marks down my wrist. Crap, was that blood? Had his nails really dug in that
