He looked up from packing up his truck, sniffing the air curiously. He stopped and turned in a circle, following the scent. He knew that scent. He wasn't just imagining things. It wasn't just a desire to see someone familiar, after losing a friend.
He abandoned further attempts to clean up his booth when he saw a tall, dark haired man walk by, his face covered in shadows. It couldn't be. It was impossible. But then, how many other men could there possibly be who were taller than Volk? He only knew two. His brother, Nico, and Aidan. It certainly wasn't Nico, so it had to be the other. He followed the man down the midway, toward where a cluster of the carnival's employee trailers were parked.
"Aidan?" he hardly dared to ask, but he had to know.