Chapter 25

When I just stood there staring instead of leaving, the boy’s smile vanished in an instant. “When are you leaving? Planning to move in?” he snapped. “I’m going! I’m going!” Was this the same kid who’d just asked me how a person’s attitude could change on a dime? Iana, my foot. What was I thinking, comparing him to that terrifying face? It must have just been the black hair and deep blue eyes—two simple, similar features. Iana had drooping eyes that gave her a mournful, fragile, yet refreshing air. Whatever she was thinking on the inside, she looked like a pure, innocent angel on the outside.