#Chapter55-01
Jonathan's P.O.V
"I don't like this at all, Jonathan," Sterling whispered, his dark eyes haunted by wildness; as he paced the chambers we had been assigned, he resembled a caged beast.
"We don't have to like it," I said at last. "But we do need to accept it. Even we cannot deny what is right in front of our eyes, no?"
And what I had seen had been crazy, impossible, even. But then again, I had witnessed a toddler transform into a tween. What exactly counted as impossible anymore?
"Nothing is making sense." Pivoting on his heels, those wild eyes transfixed on me, holding me prisoner until he blinked, releasing me from his spell. "It makes sense, but nothing does. My head feels like it's going to explode."
And like always, it was just us.
He had that effect over me. His p
