Chapter Thirteen.

"So?" Aiden's eyes shone with excitement as he asked. Fiora arrived back home when she met Aiden already in expectance of her. She'd just only began to speak before he bombarded her with series of questions. "What did she say? Did she believed any of your story? Wait, did you even meet her, Fiora?" He asked lastly before Clement cut him off with a wicked glare.

"I am sure Fiora has quite a lot to say." He said, then frowned at Aiden again. "So let her do so."

"Yes." Fiora said, agreeing with Clement. There were two separate rooms, one which they spared for Fiora—the smaller room—then the other where Sif, Clement and Gregoria slept in. A dining table long enough for five was placed in the same room, with chairs arranged round it. They each sat down, eagarly waiting for Fiora's message. "Helen did give in to the idea, and we had a peaceful breakfast." She said with bright eyes, then they changed almost immediately as her brows lowered. "But, she did not trust me. She was only desperate,