CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
“So why exactly would you be suspicious of Angel not being dead?” I trod carefully, watching the ash-haired boy under my lashes.
He leaned over the table, casting a quick glance at the empty library save for Mrs. Carter and us. Why did it feel like today was going to leave me with more questions than the ones already running through me? Deep down was the haunting thought that I would uncover something before the day ends and whatever this was, it was bound to wreck me up or somehow mess up with my thoughts.
“Like I said before, I did some digging. What I’m about to tell you is very confidential and I need you to promise me that you won’t be breathing it to another soul,” he whispered in a tensed tone.
“Fine. I promise I won’t breathe a word to another soul,” I was n
