CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SANDRO DAVALO
Bethany had come to the house. She knocked on the door with determination on her face. When I answered, I could see right away that something was off. "Is Alex home?" she asked, her voice tense.
I shook my head. "No, he’s not at home right now," I replied, watching her expression fall slightly. She looked like the entire world was against her, and it pained me to see her that way. Bethany had always looked cheerful, even though there was always something sinister behind her look.
"Great," she muttered under her breath before meeting my gaze again. "I want to talk to you, Sandro."
"What is it, Bethany?" I asked, surprised by her sudden request. I didn’t expect her to want to talk to me.
"It’s about Alex," she said, and the mere mention of his name
