Chapter 70

Ivy, present time...

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the unassuming safe house, I looked at it curiously. It was more modest than Aidan's mansion.

"This is one of your safe houses?" I questioned, taking in the modest exterior with surprise. "Just how many houses do you have?"

"A few," Aidan admitted, leading me towards the entrance. "It's not as extravagant as our main house, but it serves its purpose."

He had been grim the whole way here, not speaking as if deep in thought. I didn't try to talk to him. Maybe he was stressed about what went down tonight.

We walked up to the door, and he unlocked it with a key hidden under a nearby rock. I followed him inside cautiously, taking in my surroundings.

The safe house was small but cozy. It had all the necessities – a kitchenette, a living area with a comfortable couch and TV, and a bedroom with an attached bathroom.

"It's... nice," I said hesitantly, looking around.