“What in the world?” I muttered, then touched the glass.
It was in there. In the freaking window. It wasn’t glued or taped to it. It was in the glass!
I gasped, then glanced around, as if expecting to see Wyatt somewhere nearby.
“Excuse me,” I said to a lady passing by. She stopped to look at me, and I pointed at the window. “Can you see that?”
“See what?” she asked.
“The… The card in the window.”
“What card?”
I looked at the window again, and the card was still very much there. Something clicked in my head, and I instantly understood that it was just for me to see, and no one else. The dude’s a warlock, after all. And he’s basically trolling me!
“N-Never mind.” I shook my head as the lady walked away. “Sorry.”
I stared at the card for a while, trying to figure out how Wyatt had p
