Aiden took a hesitant step forward, the sound of his shoe against the old floor swallowed up by the sweeping hum of the magical instruments still playing around Lopt. The swirling magic in the room made it feel like walking through a memory- half-familiar, half-unreal. The instruments floated effortlessly, their strings vibrating, drumsticks tapping on their own, flutes singing without breath.
It was like the room was dreaming.
And Lopt stood in the center of it, perfectly still now, with a smirk curling his lips and his eyes gleaming with something Aiden couldn't place.
"You knew I was there," Aiden said slowly, still keeping a bit of distance between them. "Did you hear me come in?"
Lopt tilted his head as if amused by the question. He didn't answer right away.
"I know a lot of things, Chase," he said finally. "Sometimes it's not about hearing. Sometimes you just… feel when someone's watching."
