IRENE
I knew Crowley was up to something, he definitely had no desire to take my advice about Stephi's memory loss.
Although he hid it well enough, I could tell he was plotting something, and knowing him it would end badly.
I narrowed my eyes as I watched him from across the room.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice me at all.
"Why does it feel as if you are up to no good?"
"Don't be dramatic, Irene, you know I have turned over a new leaf. I no longer plot and scheme."
"Crowley, let's be real here, you will never be capable of not plotting and scheming," I rolled over onto my stomach, giving him a pointed stare, "Come on, spit it out, what are you planning?"
"I'm planning on getting the old Stephi back. We can do this, I have no doubt about it."
I raised a brow,
