Hello everybody. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry that it's quite short.

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D'Jok stood up abruptly, roughly shoving his father away from him.

"For God's sake! Don't do that!"

Sonny smirked. "Did I scare you, D'Jok?"

"No," D'Jok snapped. Sonny struggled to refrain from laughing. D'Jok was almost…pouting! At this very moment in time, D'Jok almost looked like a teenager again.

"What the heck are you doing here anyway? I thought you had been killed a few years ago," D'Jok muttered, doing a terrific job of sounding worried, curious and casual all at the same time.

"I think you have kids," Sonny stated.

"Yeah, I think so too," replied D'Jok, "What's your point?"

"Bleylock isn't using the breath."

D'Jok looked up at his father, cocking an eyebrow and looking mildly interested for once in his life.

"Care to explain?"

"I don't know much about it myself, but Bleylock, Artegor, Sinedd. Whatever they're planning, it has nothing to do with the breath," Sonny clarified.

"You sure," D'Jok asked, looking only slightly puzzled.

"Quite sure," Said Sonny, nodding his head.

Tia leant back in her chair, kicking her shoes off and rubbing her head. Since there was nobody else in the room (besides an only half-conscious young man wrapped from head to toe in bandages) she put her feet up on the desk and took a large gulp of coffee.

"Please Aiden," she groaned for the billionth time that day, "tell me: how did it happen?" Dear God, please just tell me already. Then I can just go home and go to sleep.

"I don't know," was the reply. Tia had to stop herself from groaning – or throwing something – as that was the only answer that she had received from Aiden.

"Look Aiden, it's important that I know how this happened. I've done as much investigating, examining and interrogating that I can. I've come to the conclusion that this obviously wasn't an accident, unless somebody ACCIDENTALLY shot you with a gun or ACCIDENTALLY stabbed you with a knife a few times. I have to know how this happened. For your health, your safety. And for legal reasons too."

"I'm sorry Tia," Aiden said hoarsely, "I don't have any idea how this happened. I wish I could tell you, really I do. But I can't"

Tia glared at Aiden exasperatedly. Normally, she hardly ever got angry or frustrated, but this boy was really trying her patience.

"What do you mean you don't know? Were you asleep?" Tia asked sarcastically.

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"No."

Aiden closed his eyes and sighed.

"I can't tell you, I can't. He'll kill me." He whispered.

Tia's eyes widened slightly.

"Everything's going to be alright," she said as calmly as possible.

Aiden hesitated. He looked very unsure. Tia nodded encouragingly. Despite her earlier frustration and boredom, she just wanted to know what had happened, who had committed the crime.

"It was Cale."