“Wow… you may look different, but you seem the same to me.” Claire yawns on cue as though bored by us and drops her arms to return them to her trolley.
“Don’t let us keep you. I’m sure you’re very busy making money for MY company. Wouldn’t want to delay you from doing that.” I raise a brow, catch the side of our cart and pull it to swerve around her, taking Greta with me.
“You don’t think your reappearance works in my favor?” She cattily laughs at our backs, and I freeze mid-walk, fighting the urge to turn and face her.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Greta bites for me. Too hot-tempered for her own good. I turn and look her way too. Spinning on the girl, I quickly glance around, looking for bystanders who might be paying us too much attention and seeing nothing.
“He held onto a ghost
