She appeared as usual : without a warning and came out of nowhere, when he expected her least.
Dazed by the pain that consumed every bit of his body, the heart drained of the slightest emotion after his previous fury, he looked at her whithout reacting as she was swimming toward him.
Actually, his sight was so blurred that the shape with long hair floating voluptuously in the dark water could have been anyone. But he was certain it was her.
Who else would have plunged under the rubbles of Avery'ship, in a collapsing cave full of trapes ?
Aiden Drake. Stuborn, unpredictable, irritating. Obsessive.
Behind her, glimmers of red light was piercing the blue dark sea. He could still feel the pain of the burning wave that had thrown him underwater. And to think he had narrowly dodged Nate's vicious little trick just for finding himself cought in the explosion.
Now he was barely conscious, Avery's treasure at hand, but his hand too weak to grab it.
- Death isn't beautiful. To have no yesterday and no tomorrow, it's just unbearable.
- Again with Oscar Wild ?
- I disagree on this point. Do you think you'll "forget about time, forget about life and be at peace " the moment you'll die ?
Forget about time, yes.
Forget about life too.
But be at peace ? Definitly not. For he came so far, but at the end, he had achieved nothing.
Of course, she was right once again.
So what now, Aiden ? Why are you here ?
Silly question. She probably wanted to get back her godammned necklace.
Aiden Drake. Insane, elusive, misty. Fascinating.
His Aiden.
- Either you're jealous and then you care more than you pretend to, or you're just an asshole.
Reckless, insufferable, unknowable. Unresolved.
He'll never get his real name.
The inflammed debris, the woman's shape and the gold's flickers was fading.
- Hi, I'm Aiden. Let it be clear : It wasn't me.