Healing The Devil I Once Loved
I raised my head to see that they were already there.
Noreo sat on a broken slab of stone, one leg stretched out, the other bent, a bottle hanging loosely from his fingers. He looked exactly like he always did—calm on the outside, but there was something restless underneath it, something that made people uncomfortable if they stared too long.
Arnie was a few steps away, crouched near her backpack, checking something on his laptop even though there was barely enough light to see properly. She snickered again at whatever Noreo said.