Marsai:
What did he mean by that?
That didn’t sound normal.
Before I could think twice, I flung the door open and peeked out. He was still holding his phone to his ear, but the second he saw me, his expression flickered. Just for a split second, before he hung up and shoved the phone deep into his pocket.
“Oh, hey, Marsai. How’re you feel—”
“Don’t act like you care.” I cut him off, rolling my eyes. “Who were you on the phone with? And what exactly do you mean by ‘a clean job’ and ‘no traces’?”
I stepped closer, my gaze locked onto his, searching for even the slightest hint of guilt. He didn’t flinch.
Then, just when I thought he might actually take me seriously, he threw his head back and laughed. Loud, sharp, and so hysterical it sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t the kind of l
