“Oh, it’s you again.”
I started at the voice a few feet away. He had moved so quietly that I never noticed him approach. He was wearing similar dated clothing to what he’d worn during our last encounter, but I saw that it was clean and pressed. His hair was neater, and I couldn’t help but think he cleaned up well. My eyes went to his face, and I was not surprised to find a scowl there. Remembering what Tristan had said about Desmund’s bad mood being due to his illness, I ignored his glower and gave him a polite smile. “Hello.”
My friendly greeting seemed to throw him, and he stared at me for a moment before his dark gaze fell on the book in my hands. “You have odd taste in literature for one your age.”
I lifted a shoulder. “I read a lot of different books – whatever appeals to me.” He d
