Chapter Thirty-One
Part Two
"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin."
― André Berthiaume
I probably shouldn't have been as surprised as I was. After all, I knew Ciaran had been bad the first time, but the second time? Really? When he'd taken me to Turkey and Iceland and now London, I had really thought things were looking up. I had really thought I was getting through to him... Guess not, because all of a sudden I had found myself dangling off of one of the tallest skyscrapers New York City had to boast: The Chrysler building. At 320 metres, death was guaranteed. How had we gotten here? Well the Invisible Hand had teleported us of course.
"WHY. DO. YOU. KEEP. GOING. BACK. AND. FORTH?!" I screamed, smacking him on the che
