Adrian Desmond was about to look up at the fake Noah Phillips, but Sienna Johnson clung to him and wouldn't let go. "Don't startle the snake in the grass yet, I still need to confirm one thing."
"What thing?"
"If that person is fake, then does that mean the real Noah Phillips is still alive."
So she was waiting for the next secret signal—or slip-up would be more accurate. If it was really Noah Phillips, knowing full well she was scared of ghosts, he wouldn't have invited her to a Haunted House.
Thinking back to Noah Phillips's recent odd behavior, Sienna Johnson became even more suspicious of the Noah standing here now.
Noah Phillips had always been a gentle, refined man; being with him gave people the feeling of a spring breeze.
The Noah Phillips in front of her now, though he was trying hard to present that same gentle, refined side, had only the form, not the spirit. After just a few words with this Noah, Sienna Johnson felt an urge to run away.
