22

~Aspen

I sip my warm milk, staring into the fireplace.

"Can't sleep either?" I hear from behind me.

I don't turn around. Sleep has successfully evaded me, mostly because I feel out of my body. Oliver is somewhere, travelling between Territory Thirteen and One.

Even if everything in my head is muddled and out of place, that gives me a sense of amusement.

Kastriv sits next to me, stretching his legs out before the fire.

"I can't get it out of my head," I mutter, delving my fingers into my hear, pressing the tip against my scalp as if I can physically relieve the pressure coming from my mind.

"What?"

"Keo let us go. After everything he has been through with you, with Angel-bloods, he brought you to that apartment and he let us go."

I just wish I knew what his ultimate agenda is.

That's what makes him so dangerous, I realise. No one can see inside his head, and because he doesn't trust anyone, knowing can ever truly know his next move.

"He seems to see some value in me," I continue. "Even