Jordan paced around the entire area around Bale's villa, contemplating whether to go in or stay out. Aiden had been in there for more than an hour...
Was he still alive?
Has he by chance been hurt by Bale?
... But this was not what she said would happen.
Three Days Ago.
Jordan and Jeremy moved with quiet steps towards the door, body movements, sneaky and in sync. Before they even got to the door, Jordan's nose twitched, trying to register the scent that waffed through his nostrils.
He furrowed, pausing when they got to the door, Jeremy watching him.
Why does she smell like...
Briefly, he closed his eyes, fighting the urge to pass his hand through his hair, frustrations gracing his demeanor. This person was the last specie he wanted to face at that moment.
... Fuck.