Chapter 21: Chapter 21

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A few minutes later, they were inside Lance’s car, on their way to the police station. Connor had chosen to sit in the back with Harley.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You were okay when you saw Mr. Street’s great-grandfather and the man’s best friend.”

Harley had a haunted look when he raised his head and gazed straight into Connor’s eyes. “I wasn’t terrified of them. Some horrifying feelings abruptly came into my mind. It was as if I was personally experiencing something horrendous.”

“Like past memories?”

“I don’t know.”

Connor didn’t know how he was supposed to respond. This was getting weirder. He wished he could talk to Haziel, but he couldn’t summon her. She was his superior and would come and go as she pleased. She would communicate with him only when the mood struck her. Moreover, she was the angel of death and had things to do. He had no choice but to wait patiently for their next meeting. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take another one hundred years.