I scoff, “ It's amusing how you took my joke seriously.”
I walk around exploring the room further. I observe the canvases that have unfinished painting on most of them. One of them catches my eyes, it's a painting of me with Besty on the porch. I remember this moment so well. When I first moved to where I am living now. I had not met Malik that time which could only mean he noticed me even before I did. I turn to look at me.
He laughs nervously and scratches the back of his neck. “ I couldn't resist painting you then.” He smiles nervously.
“How did you even see me, where were you standing?” I can't help but ask.
“ My attic has a great view of everywhere.” His answers are always short, I have noticed. He never really answers questions straight forward.
“ How can a lycan tell that
