Chapter 33 “Jesus, Alvar!” I yelp after spinning in my chair.
My heart pummels inside my chest while I glare at him in abashment. There’s no grin on his face, which isn’t typical for him just having spooked me. That kind of thing usually gives him a rise. His shoulders are damp from the splatter of rain and his hair’s flat to his head. He’s breathing harder than usual and he looks almost strung out, like he’s just returned from a late night out on The Strip. He’s saying something but the hall light behind him leaves me with little more visibility than a silhouette. Unable to read his lips, I motion for him to turn on the overhead light. He does. Though it’s a single bulb and my view of him hasn’t been significantly enhanced, I make out what he says.
“I’m going to be downstairs for a whil
