Chapter 68 Red-handed

• Troy leapt out of bed, hurriedly grabbing his clothes and fumbling to put them on with shaky hands. Of all times, why did Aiden have to show up now, just when things were getting interesting?
• "You could’ve knocked," Eric muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and frustrated as he reluctantly began dressing too.
• Aiden stood with his back to them, facing the doorframe, arms crossed. A loud scoff escaped his lips.