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A ghost? I was a ghost? My head tilts back against Aiden’s chest as I study his features, searching to see if he’s joking or screwing with my head. I should’ve known better since he doesn’t joke. At least not in this sense. His jaw is tightened and his thick lashes frame a darkened look. “What is that supposed to mean?” I try to appear calm, but my pulse rises with every second until I’m afraid he can hear it. “You’re not ready for what it means, Frozen.” The fact that he’s using that damned nickname can only mean that he’s putting me at a distance. Aiden isn’t exactly the closed-off type. He’s not ashamed to admit to all the fuckery in his head. However, I’m not foolish to believe that he’d bare his soul to me that easily. He keeps a fraction of himself hidden behind the walls of his fortress. Maybe I can’t escape his chessboard after all. One has to be in the battalion so they can take down the king. “I don’t like it when you call me that,” I say, wiggling away from his hold. “Call y