Chapter 38 Thirty Eight

• I couldn’t take my eyes off the seat. The leather looked smooth and raised as if no one was sitting there ten seconds ago. Why did Alistair choose to disappear before Desmond could see him? There was something fishy about him, and now my suspicions had increased.
• “Cassidy!” Desmond shook my shoulder to get my attention. “Who were you talking to?”
• “Huh?” I accidentally bit my tongue in confusion. Desmond would be so mad at me.