At the first house we were at, I instantly didn’t like it. There was this weird stench coming from the basement (yes it had the basement as well), and the location wasn’t exactly child friendly as well. I was pretty sure the man in that neighborhood was drunk, the way he was walking around on wobbly legs. Must I add in the middle of the damn day.
“I suspect with my eyes that you didn’t like it,” Harry said once we were back in the car and my mood was pathetic.
“There wasn’t anything in there to be liked, Harry.” I scrunched my nose in disgust. “And the man who was showing us around looked like he was possessed.”
Deep laughter rumbled from his chest. “You’re very observant then. You have these X-ray eyes that scan people and know their deepest darkest secrets.”
Was he joking? “I can’
