First Date

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"You can let go of me now," I muttered, not liking that he had been carrying me in his arms ever since we had exited off the plane.

It was my pride that was getting in my way – I hadn't wanted him to touch me as he saw fit. I also had built some significant muscle since the last time he had captured me, but...it didn't seem as though that was affecting his ability to carry my weight.

Aidan leaned his face down to me.

I settled on glaring at him, wanting him to know how immensely displeased I was that he was continuing to belittle me like this --

"Can you stand on your own?" He mocked.

I knew that I probably couldn't – I would rather just be set down someplace than be in his arms. It didn't matter if it was on the ground with my back against a wall. I had wanted a reprieve from his constant touching. Truthfully, when I gathered up enough strength I would be pressing that medallion around my neck – it was my last trump card.

"That's what I thought," Aidan spoke lightly, taking my silence as an agreement to his words.

He turned down a busy street. It had been mid-day when we were dispatched from the plane. We were around people, although there wasn't too much of a crowd. It was easy for him to carry me on the street without anyone to really raise a question as to why he was carrying me.

Most onlookers would look at the two of us in adoration

Only further fueling my rage.

"What is this...Mathis law?" I asked, and I knew that I shouldn't.

Despite not caring about Aidan, I did care about Zander. I had known him for less than two days, but already I had liked him much better than either Xavier or Aidan. If Zander was going to be in trouble, then...I might be able to help minimize the fallout that I had caused. I just needed to know exactly what it entailed – nothing more than that.

"Mathis law is when a family member decides to wage war on the other."

Aidan didn't clarify any more than that.

Which, of course, left me craving for more information.

It was exactly as I thought it was – Zander had told me what would happen if he went against his family. I furrowed my eyebrows, taking very brief notice on the side roads that we were taking as we entered into the inner parts of the city.

I was taking notes subtly on what routes I would be able to take when I got away, and what areas would be best to hide in.

"You aren't really going to do it, are you?" I asked, causing Aidan to stop walking.

He didn't look down at me, and instead just kept standing where he was on the sidewalk. There were no emotions in his eyes, not even the brief raise of an eyebrow to indicate that he was thinking about something.

Aidan was being very careful with masking his thoughts around me this time.

"Are you going to go against Zander...?" I kept on asking him, feeling a strange sense of loyalty towards Zander.

"No," Aidan spoke, shaking his head only once. "No, I don't think I am," he resumed his walking.

Unfortunately, he also hadn't put me down at this point. With each passing second I was getting better and recovering from the drug. It wouldn't take me long to sucker punch Aidan in the throat if he insisted on carrying me like he was.

"At least for now," he contradicted his earlier thinking. I anxiously bit the bottom of my lip, concerned for Zander's well-being. It wasn't as though I could do much, although it was still upsetting to hear that someone I thought of as a 'friend' would be in danger. "It's too much work -- my father will want me to go after Zander immediately, and..." Aidan let out a small sigh. "I would like for you to be settled in before that happens."

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