Alpha Jasper
he tells me, casting a glance around the main foyer, as if Malik might just be lurking here.
This was to find out what is wrong with me. The itch has bypassed my knee, stretching its radius to my lower leg. It was irritating, but I'm too distracted by Malik's home to worry about it. The entire place is decorated, mainly furnished in deep red hues, and dark wood. Portraits of people I didn't know were slung everywhere, covering what had been glass on the outside, but was now legitimate walls.
I didn't make sense, but neither does Jasper, and I've accepted him.