15. Brand

Storm’s pov

I tried to get some work done, but my mind kept wondering about tonight. What would be a good date idea?

"Let me meet her," Brand said.

"And then what, have a picknick? It’s fucking freezing outside."

"Please?" Brand asked and I think it was the first time he said please to me.

"I’ll see what I can do, okay, buddy?"

Dad had given me her tracker information, and I felt like a fucking stalker, tracking Aaro’s moves. She went from the hospital to the orphanages, to lunch somewhere, and then to one of the elders' houses.

When it was around four, I just gave up on working and decided to pick up Aaro early. I'm sure she'd appreciate it; I couldn't imagine spending the entire day with Ruby.

I went to the O'Hares' home and watched as Aaro spoke to a young boy. He must be one of the grandkids or great-grandkids of the O'Hares. Mister O'Hare was 104 years old and looked no older than 70.

When the boy saw me, he bowed his head and seemed scared. It was such an obvious contra