Malcolm’s POV
Tom wasn’t making any sense to me at all. I blinked at him, utterly puzzled, trying to figure out what he meant when he said, “Who said Nelly was human?” The words echoed in my mind, and I frowned, trying to make sense of them.
“Well, duh! She’s always been human. Or have you turned her?” I asked jokingly, though a hint of unease slipped into my tone.
Tom’s expression immediately darkened. “Bro, that’s not funny. Why would I stoop to that?” he snapped, his voice sharp with irritation.
I sighed deeply, dragging a hand down my face. “My guy, you are seriously confusing me right now. Please, just get to the point if you want me to know about something—or say it’s confidential if you can’t talk about it,” I told him, exasperation clear in my voice.
He stared at me for a mome
