Aidan had seized Micah's arms, holding him like a hostage in front of the restroom, demanding answers, shaking him as if the truth would fall down his throat like walnuts from the tree with enough push. Then things took a turn for the worse. The mask slipped free, falling to the floor.
Aidan froze for a fraction of a second, eyes widening. The bruise across her face was jarring, an ugly bloom of purple and blue even visible under the layers of heavy makeup.
His expression shifted, a flicker of emotion flashing across his face. "Are you in trouble?" he asked, voice rough, nearly hoarse. His earlier cold sharpness melted into a strange intensity. "Are you being forced to work like this? Treated less than dirt? I can help you. I can stand against La Riviere's boss. Just… help me find that young man!"
