After Malachi answered my questions, I worried he would disappear again before I could ask more. But, he sat perched on the side of my desk as if he had all the time in the world.
So many things came to my mind, but they wouldn’t cross my lips. My brain seemed to be completely disconnected from my mouth at that point. Maybe he was right that I didn’t actually want to know the answers.
But, I had to ask.
I had to try.
I couldn’t just let myself drown in blissful ignorance. I owed it to myself—and the people I cared about and wanted to keep safe—to do my due diligence. If Malachi was dangerous, then I needed to find a way to keep him far away from myself and everyone else.
“Are you even real?” I finally blurted out after the way Malachi stared at me became too much to handle, and I had
