Aaden held Sam's palm upward, fingers lingering over his skin. Sam's hands were always cold; fingertips coming a second close to ice. Maybe it had to do with the residence they inhabited since their birth - not even that had been natural, let alone warm. Maybe it was the fact that tonight was different from the previous night, and the night before, because Rebecca had knocked on their bedroom's door, told them what to do - that earned her an eye roll from Aaden and an exaggerated groan from Sam, the latter earning himself a scornful look from her, but Aaden didn't because he always, always got away with things.
Sam sat crossed legged before Aaden, who imitated the gesture, their seventeen old bodies cramped together. Aaden's hazel eyes roamed Sam's palm, inspected the lazy, random lines. "Hmm," he began. "You're about to do something great tonight. I can see it, actually." He said.
Sam's brows furrowed, his lips twitched. "Does that mean that I'll achieve something?" He asked.
Aaden smirked, "No, you're just about to. Spotlight's mine, Sammy. I need to make Becca proud." He said.
Sam rolled his eyes, and began drawing his hand back. But Aaden's grip tightened around his wrist, his eyes narrowed. Sam swallowed, watching Aaden. "What?" He whispered.
Aaden's gaze remained focused for a brief second before he dropped Sam's hand, and shot up to his feet. "Nothing." He said, bending to fetch his bow and arrows from underneath his bed.
Sam nodded, once, then he grabbed his own, same weapon, and both of them slipped their items inside their lacrosse bags, hauling them over their shoulders.
"Don't leave my side as you did last time." Aaden demanded, as both of them went downstairs.
Sam bit the inside of his cheek. "It's not like anything bad happened." He murmured.
Aaden snorted. "Yeah. You almost broke three ribs and ended up bruising your jaw. What a lovely jaw that is."
Sam flipped him off, and they reached the front door, getting ready to leave. Aaden turned towards the first room near the door - the reading room. Rebecca, Evelyn and Astrid were gathered around the table, tarots spread, jasmine tea by their sides. "We're leaving. Where was the location, again?" Aaden said.
Rebecca looked them over, then she shook a tin box next to her and dice rolled down. Evelyn hummed to herself and Astrid raised a brow.
"Again?" She said.
Rebecca nodded vaguely. "I've seen it. They need to hunt her down, or she'll cause trouble."
Astrid rolled her blue eyes, "Last time, that old hag was only roasting chicken."
"Baby birds." Sam corrected.
Aaden chuckled, and Rebecca smiled thinly, rolling the dice. It landed on the map, over a tiny yellow dot.
"The church." Rebecca announced.
"Define which one, exactly." Aaden said.
Rebecca glared, and he smiled innocently. "We only have one church on this side of the river, Aaden." She said.
"Well then, Sam," Aaden said, clamping a hand over Sam's shoulder.
"Let's go hunt this witch down."
