Jasmine POV
Goodness! What was I thinking of? I shook my head and smiled. I had to sort myself out before I could think of anything else.
Reagan’s words, though, were sincere and made my heart ache. Before I could think of a reply, his demeanor shifted to something more serious. “By the way, did you notice anything odd about the curator?”
I nodded, my mind flashing back to the curator’s unsettling gaze. “Yes. He seemed…off. I was sure he knew more than he was letting on. He was so mysterious. He knew a lot of details as if he lived through them. His pride was evident. But they were only legends.”
“Exactly. I think he might be one of the remaining demons,” Reagan said in a low voice. “We need to be careful.”
We finished our meal quickly and set on our mission for that night. The park
