*~Mirabelle's POV~*
Where were you going?" he asked, his gaze drifting toward the street. "Away from your house? I told you we were meeting someone tonight. Were you coming to find me?"
"No," I said, walking away from the porch before Nana or Stacy could look out and see me talking to a mysterious stranger. "But I knew you'd have no problem finding me."
He followed a half-step behind me, his presence heavy and constant. "Good. I hope you have no plans for the rest of the night, because this meeting is going to take a while. And you might not have much of a memory of it afterward."
I halted in my tracks and whirled around. "What do you mean? Why do you keep speaking in riddles? This is my life on the line! You're dangling a cure for terminal cancer in my face to lure me out—if this is a joke, I'm not laughing."
