His eyes. His hands. His shaking façade.
Everything lingered in Liberty’s presence. Even his hanging left hand that’s starting to turn cold awaits to be returned from the devil. He is acknowledging his presence and Naomi’s heart is shooting up her throat.
“Matthew?” Tiffany was the one to cut the heavy awkwardness. If Naomi doesn’t know any better, she’d look at the man with the same lens as her friends. She wishes she could just think that he’s crazy for talking to air, except Matthew isn’t talking to air. He’s talking to Liberty.
“Interesting.” Of course, the devil would take delight in this new revelation. Naomi’s eyes widened in shock and in panic all at the same time. The poor girl who could watch both the mundane and supernatural world unfold before her eyes is torn between wa
