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Chapter 10

Not my Art.

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Nehemia. Nehemia had only died two months ago. She had bought tickets to Aelin's favorite symphony. They were walking to Nehemia's white BMW. Her parents were so rich they were practically kings and queens. Nehemia's parents had just bought her the BMW for her 19th birthday. A man with a hood had come up to her with a gun and he told them to follow him.

Aelin was ready to defend Nehemia against the man since Nehemia was seized with fear. Aelin knew that Nehemia was usually a rebellious person, especially when she believes she was doing the right thing. Aelin knew that she wasn't afraid for herself, she was afraid for her friend.

They followed the man into an alleyway and he turned sharply to face them. Right, when he turned you could see a strand of whitish-silverish hair that was tucked behind his ear. You wouldn't regularly notice this kind of stuff, but Arobynn had always taught her to be more observant than her opponent.

Aelin was about to make a move on the man with silverish-hair as he walked closer to Nehemia. Then someone she didn't see was upon her and attacking her. Her unseen opponent beat her since he had the element of surprise.  Aelin turned around and saw that her attacker was tall, maybe seven feet tall, and had hair that was inky black. The man that had white-silvery hair had a gun in his hand as he held it to Nehemia's head. Nehemia's eyes darted to Aelin and she had tears running down her dark skin, "I love ----" Bang. Her head snapped down as Aelin saw Nehemia slump to the ground.

Aelin screamed and she remembered feeling numb. She reached to the attacker that was still behind her. She felt the gun in its holster at the man's hips. She grabbed the gun and blindly shot at the man who had just killed Nehemia. The bullet went straight through the man's shin. The man fell to the ground and she could see his eyes. They were a green color that seemed familiar, then the man behind Aelin grabbed the gun from her and ran to him. She remembered that a violin player found them and dialed the police.

The police were at the scene within minutes since the police station was nearby. They had arrested the men and Aedion came to pick Aelin up, but all she felt was numb.

"Goddammit wake up Fireheart!" Rowan whisper-shouted. 

Aelin jerked awake. She woke up to seeing Rowan directly above her, shaking her shoulders, and sweating. "Mhm, sorry. I-I had a nightmare." The memory of Nehemia's death was scary, Aelin kept re-dreaming about it. She shivered. All the tiny details of the dream came flooding back to her. The white-silver hair, the familiar green eyes, the gunshot to the shin, his accomplice even fit the description of Lorcan, with the inky black hair. She gasped. Rowan. Rowan. He fit the description perfectly. 

No, she couldn't be sure. She didn't know if Rowan had the gunshot in his shin. Aelin had to know. She had to figure it out, but how? She couldn't straight out ask him, Have you ever been shot? If so was it in the shin? She'd sound absolutely crazy. Aelin started to distance herself from Rowan. 

"Fireheart? What are you doing? I know you had a nightmare, but you can't just try and run away from me." he said, his voice trying to maintain calm even though he was really nervous. 

Aelin had to play it cool until she was sure it was him who had murdered Nehemia. "I had a nightmare about my friend's murder. I've had these reoccurring dreams and every time they scare me even more than the last time." 

Rowan stiffened, but said, "You want to talk about it? Now that we know each other's secret identity you don't have to hide everything from me." It now made sense that there were some things he couldn't understand before because she couldn't say anything that was about her double life.