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Aiden was so ashamed to look at his sister and face her that he left the room without looking at her. He didn't want to leave his sister worried like that, but he just couldn't muster up the courage to talk to her because of his overwhelming guilt. As soon as he left through the door, he sat down on the floor and leaned against the door. He took slow, deep breaths as he tried to stabilise his breathing. Contrary to what his sister and Rosalind thought, his condition was not improving.

His desires had dulled and no longer seemed to control him, but Aiden did not think he was healing in any way. He could move his body and make rational decisions, but felt weak and strange. Especially his little brother had hardened too much and was trembling under his pants, causing him pain. He thought his body was under some sort of aphrodisiac effect.