I watched him from the shadowed edge of the shop—same dark clothes, same dangerous silhouette—but whatever playfulness had sat on his face the last time we’d spoken was gone.
“You can’t just pop in whenever you feel like it and insert yourself into my life,” I said, rolling my eyes as I scanned the empty aisles. I still didn’t know if anyone else could see Malachi or if he was locked away in my insane little head.
Seeing no customers and with five minutes to close, I flipped the sign and locked the front door. I didn’t want another surprise like Eli showing up at my house. “Can anyone else see you?” I asked, expecting the usual silence. When he answered, I stopped cold.
“If I want them to see me, they can.” He watched me, every word measured. He didn’t say anything else at first—probabl
