The next day, Jayden and Michael sat down in Aurelia’s cafeteria—Plates of grilled chicken salad and fresh fruit sat before them, steam rising from their cups of coffee.
“So how was last night talk?” Michael asked, spearing a piece of cucumber with his fork. “Did you finally tell her who you are?“
“No talking while eating,” Jayden said, his focus fixed on his food as he carefully arranged his salad into neat sections. “And no speaking after lights out—“
Michael looked up from his plate, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “Hmm,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I guess last night didn’t go well.” Leaning over to Jayden and slinging his arm casually over his shoulder, he shook his head sympathetically. “I feel you bro… it’s pathetic. The great Jayden Blackwood—hiding from his
