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Aurora swung her feet off of Bruno's bed. Being to tired and to anxious, she couldn't go home. So, she stayed with Bruno instead. She slept on his bed whilst he took the couch.
Aurora had many things to worry about. For starters Zoe was interrogated by the police. Them desperately searching for answers. And then Kamala who hadn't answered the phone in over 8 hours.
"Are you alright?" Bruno asked, glancing over at the girl. He sat at his computer, trying to uncover more about Kamalas powers. Aurora sighed, falling back.
"No," she stated simply. She leaned backwards over Bruno's bed, her eyes watching him upside down. "This is getting so real so fast."
"I know what you mean."
"Dude, I just had the craziest night of my..." Kamala spoke, whipping it into Bruno's room. Aurora shot up, her head spinning as the blood rushed down from her head.
"Kamala, You can't just text me "I'm alive," and then go get a full eight hours, okay?" Bruno interrupted. Kamalas lips parted in surprise. "It was insane. The police showed up and asked about Night Light..."
"Police? Did they send drones? I was chased by drones." Kamala rushed before her face morphed into a grimace, "Also, we are trying to drop the name Night Light."
"What are you even talking about?" Bruno asked.
"It's a bad name. It sounds like it's for five-year-olds." Kamala muttered.
"I mean Zoe did come up with it." Aurora piped in. Bruno shot Aurora a look. She pursued her lips, going back to just observing.
"Kamala, focus." Kamala took in a deep breath.
"I'm a Djinn."
"And tonic?" Bruno asked. Aurora snorted as Kamala groaned, placing her hands on her head. The Khan girl fell into the couch.
"I found out what I am, and it's not Asgardian or alien, or anything cool like that." Bruno folded his arms over his chest, Aurora watching him intently. Maybe Zoe was right. Maybe she did have a crush on Bruno Carrelli. "I'm, like, the stuff of my childhood nightmares. See, there's, like, ghost stories, and then there's Djinn stories. The Djinn stories are so much worse because they're real." Kamala began to ramble.
"Where are you getting all this information?" Bruno cut her off.
"So, like, a group of Djinn people saved me from all the drone stuff last night. They call themselves the Clandestines. And Kamran's one of them." Auroras brows raised.
"Did I not say there was something weird about that kid?" Bruno retorted, his face scrunching up.
"They're really nice, but, like, they told me about the bangle and my powers and my great-grandmother Aisha. So that's progress. Also, they need my help, which means I need your help." Kamala rambled again. Bruno nodded, his fingers lightly touching his Adam's apple. Still Auroras eyes watched him, his every move, the way his lips twisted together in thought and the way he would occasionally glance at her.
