Chapter 18

“Good.” He nodded and got to his feet rather stiffly. “I was only going to say that we can borrow Jen’s shower while we’re over there. I don’t know how long it’ll be before the electricity comes back on, and I thought you’d appreciate a hot shower.”

“What! Why? Because I’m a fucking queen?”

The sigh Tristan gave was full of fatigue, and Aiden considered feeling bad for a second.

“No, because you were suffering from hypothermia less than twenty-four hours ago.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it’s probably good you can’t drive. I’m still not sure you’ve recovered.”

“Why? Just because I—2rdquo;

“Will you cut it out?”

“Cut what—2rdquo;

Tristan shook his head and turned to walk towards the ladder again.

“Hey, I’m talking here! You can’t ignore me whenever you feel like it.”