Aiden wasn’t exactly expecting this, to be trailed by some newbie. He knew they had been following him for quite some time, been following him since he left Jacks—Jackson’s. They were young, inexperienced, green, and didn’t know when to quit.

He turns down an alley, hiding behind some boxes, waiting for them to turn down it as well. He grabs a hold of them once they walk past him, hand clamped over their mouth.

His voice is rough and low. “You’ve got about three seconds to tell me why you’re following me.”