Chapter 43 - Aidan

I won’t commit matricide. I won’t commit matricide. This has become my mantra since Scorcha showed her whore-self at the Order weeks ago. I know it’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black. I’ve fucked my way around the world for centuries. The difference is I have standards. Scorcha doesn’t.

Example A: she slept with my father. It takes a special kind of stupid and horny for that shit. And now, she openly flaunts that she’s fucking Eliezer at the least and has some freaky mommy kink shit going on with Azer around the Order.

Why do I know this when I avoid being at the Order’s headquarters? Because the fuckers have been having a MANDATORY WEEKLY roll call. All members within North America, for species able to teleport or within an 8-hour drive for those who can’t, are required to show up once a week and report to their faction leader to be marked as present—failure to report results in being fetched and locked up for a month. Paxton is serving week three for missing one of Scor