Chapter 65 Sixty Five

• Right when I thought I had, Desmond all figured out. A strange incident from the past resurfaced. That night, Mason had burned his arm and gotten blocked from everywhere. I wasn’t the one who did it, then who was it?
• Desmond made it to us and put an arm around my waist. The hostility his eyes were carrying a moment ago had vanished. His face lifted in the most amicable smile as he greeted Mason.
• “Hi there! You must be Cassidy’s cousin,” Desmond opened up rather strangely.