CHAPTER 209
Quint regarded both Aiden and Clara with an expression that was difficult to read — not boredom exactly, but a strange blend of disappointment and bone-deep exhaustion. His dark eyes, shadowed by the heavy bags beneath them, carried a weight that made even his stillness feel oppressive.
Aiden felt the urge to throw out a sarcastic remark, to break the tension with a jab aimed at the man's appearance or attitude. After all, he was an elite hero — not some leftover scrap to be brushed aside. Being treated as anything less than the main threat was an insult in itself.
But he kept his mouth shut. Not because of principle or self-control, but because of a familiar, unsettling sensation creeping over him again.
