Giselle had been a wonderful adventure mate. Aidan never stopped feeling like she was a little daffy, though. Still, if she was insane, it was in a harmless kind of way. And she was entirely too trusting. He felt like if she didn't have somebody to stay by her side she was going to get herself into a lot of trouble.
They'd toured The City in a whirlwind. She'd been enchanted by so many aspects of the world around her, and he'd just been looking for one particular face, never seeing her. Never even catching a glimpse, or the scent of her on the breeze. Giselle had talked about Evey though, and Aidan refused to believe that she would be left behind. Not Evey. If anybody deserved the respite of the city, it was that woman. She did so much for others, putting herself in harm's way for them. Aidan thought of what she'd done for him in the ruins the day of the fight he'd had with an entire pack of wild dogs. She'd done that so that he could keep helping the people of die Festung and New Troy. She'd done it without thinking about what it might mean to him to lose her.
At one point in their day, Aidan would have bet money that the people around them were going to burst into song, Giselle had. Just making up a song right there on the spot, and suddenly somebody nearby was following her lead by beating out a rhythm on a trash can. Aidan had put a quick stop to that.
After convincing Giselle that sunset was not the optimal time to be going into the very closed and locked botanical gardens, he'd finally gotten her back to the park and the strange little cabin she was calling home. He then took a detour to the City Hospital. Aidan knew that the streets and buildings moved, so finding it shouldn't have been so easy. Nor should it have been so easy to find the blood storage. Nor should he have had a hospital ID in his pocket to get him in the back area with no issues. Yet all of it was true.
He had swiped three bags of blood and taken them into the nearest bathroom, where he rushed them all down his throat as fast as he possibly could. He'd begun to feel more on edge as the day had gone on, watching the life in Giselle and her propensity to get very close to him when she was excited. Thankfully he'd kept full control. He couldn't imagine what a girl like her would make of a vampire. Maybe nothing.
Aidan had felt so much better after feeding that he'd decided to roam around some more. At some point a key had been dropped into his pocket. It hadn't been there before. Aidan was sure because he'd shoved the empty blood bags into them to smuggle out of the hospital. He wasn't just going to leave that evidence laying around. Especially since he'd bitten into them. That was the sort of thing that didn't get explained away easily. He'd let himself be guided to where the City thought that he needed to go, remembering somebody having said that was the easiest way to get around if something weird happened. Pretty quickly, he was taken to a building with gargoyles along the top of it. The words The Manchester were etched elegantly in the doors, and a doorman opened it for him like he'd been there before.