“How much do you know about an entity called ‘The Phantom’?”
Silence meets my question as Ian stares at me, his drink pausing halfway to his mouth. Ice blue eyes stare at me as his mouth hangs open. Phantom snickers inside my mind as I wait for Ian to process my question.
‘I didn’t break him, did I?’
‘Don’t know, sweetheart, you might have,’ Phantom answers, mirth heavy in his voice.
Nerves spark inside my chest as I place my own drink down.
“Uh, Ian? Are—Are you okay?” I ask a pit in my stomach telling me that maybe this isn’t the greatest idea I have ever had.
Ian jerks as I speak, his eyes refocusing on me and he slowly lowers his drink. My fingers smear some condensation around on my cup as Ian studies me, his gaze hard and focused.
“Where did you hear that name?”
My shoulders
