He could no longer fool himself. Slowly, with infinite weariness, Aiden closed the leather-bound book. This was the end. He could no longer bear it. The books he loved so much could not push away the stark, raw loneliness of his existence. The study was lined with books, floor to ceiling on three of the four walls of the room. He had read every one, committed a great many to memory over the centuries. They no longer provided solace for his mind. The books fed his intellect but broke his heart.
He could not sleep either.
It was midday but he couldn't sleep, and he didn't know why.
Another effect of the ring?
He wasn't sure, and he didn't want to disturb his twin brother again.
He had slept off after talking to him, only to wake up after seeing the same lady in his dream.
It made him wonder where Emma was.
He hadn't seen her since Friday.
Perhaps he would try to fly around, and check in on her. He thought, putting on a cloak.