Chapter Six
Aidan Smith
The silence which followed the conclusion of Kim’s epic tale was deafening, and seemed to last about a month.
Aidan shifted, his backside starting to feel numb from sitting on the cold, unrelenting stone. Moving didn’t help, so he grabbed his torch, got to his feet, and began pacing. His footsteps were the only sound, which made the whole situation even weirder. Surely, out of five people, one could think of something to say? He understood Kim keeping quiet for now—she had, after all, just talked for quite a long time and was probably cringing as she waited for their response. Any response. But he really thought one of the other three might have piped up by now. None of them were usually backwards in coming forwards.
He huffed out a breath, spun on his heel, bri
