Plans

The funeral procession went on smoothly, and Alden sighed when he returned home. His father was buried close to his father and Alden felt so many emotions course through him when he saw the corpse. The fact that someone could kill this man was mind boggling. If it turned out that his suspicions about Alexia's involvement. was right, then all hell would be let loose.

" Now I can rest, it has been a long day." Stiles said as he ascended the stairs. Then he looked sideways and noticed that Alden was busy sipping a glad of wine at the bar.

It was a good time to have a chat with him. Stiles walked to where Alden was seating and drew out a stool. He intentionally wanted to look for trouble.

" What's eating you up?" He asked.

Alden didn't raise his head from his cup, instead he ran clutched the stem of the glass.

" Never thought I'd see the day that you would be unable to speak." Stiles commented, waiting for him to tick.

Alden barely made a move, he looked like a statue just watching th