Chapter 31 Thirty One

• I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide there. On Desmond’s expressionless face, I swear, I could sense some irritability and disappointment. His eyes were still on Elaine, trying to figure out if she was a threat or not.
• The tension between the two was so evident that even Mom had gone silent. It wouldn’t have been this bad if Madame Long hadn’t further ruined the reputation of white witches in my incubus’s eyes.
• Out of the blue, Desmond’s face eased into a warm expression, and he extended a friendly hand toward Elaine.