Chapter 11

Chapter 11

*Writer's pov*

"Howdy, mate," Aaron's unpolished British accent jolted Jaden back to the present, and he turned to face him fully. The cup of coffee in his hand was steaming hot and still looked untouched.

"What's bothering you, Jaden?"

"This is the most complicated case I've ever handled in a long time." "Why is everything taking so long?"

Aaron kept staring at him, you know, with that "are you sure about that?" look.

"You know...." Aaron started and slowly sat at the edge of the desk. "You can lie to any other person in this entire world, including your uncle, but you can't lie to me." C'mon, man, tell me what's eating you up. I know it's something more than this case."

Jaden stopped what he was fake-typing and relaxed in his chair, stroking his chin. He struggled with different thoughts about whether or not to tell Aaron about all his encounters, about Elle or the sons of Zed or the twin witches that attacked him, about his realistic dreams that had just been reoccurring