CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Chris followed the boy through the unfamiliar alleyways.
“Where are we going again?” he asked.
“Somewhere secret,” Malcolm replied. “Somewhere veiled from humans.”
Chris frowned with confusion but nodded nevertheless. “And what was it you said your name was?”
But Malcolm didn’t answer.
Chris shuddered. If this boy hadn’t lured him with the promise of ending Oliver, he’d have run by now. He was creepy and his weird mannerisms made Chris even more uncomfortable. The things he talked about—powers and time travel and magical orbs—made Chris’s head spin. Not to mention the fact that he was leading him through the back streets of New Jersey to neighborhoods even Chris was too intimidated to venture into.
They drew up at the back of what looked like a Chinese restaurant.
