“So,” I say after a minute of silence, “you ran in front of my car on purpose just to meet me?”
I glance at her. She is staring out the window, legs swinging slightly because they don’t reach the floor.
“How old are you really?” I ask.
She turns her head and smiles. “Older than ten. Younger than a century.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you get for now.”
I grip the steering wheel tighter. “Who sent you?”
“People who are ruthless enough to ruin Crescent Hollow for a single human.”
What the hell does that even mean?
I shake my head. “I’m human. I run a company. I have a husband—well, soon an ex-husband and that’s my life. I’m not part of any supernatural things here”
She laughs again. “You keep saying you’re human like it’s permanent.”
I feel a chill. “What
