Alpha Nox
Lilac’s P.O.V.
“You’re talking to him, aren’t you?” Riley’s raspy voice gained both mine and the Whisperer’s attention. His eyes narrowed as he looked down on her, and if I didn’t know any better, I thought I saw hatred flickering in their depths.
I raised an eyebrow. “Talking to who?”
“The ghost. The spy. Call him whatever you want, I don’t care. It’s him, though. Isn’t it? He’s here watching us, watching me.”