Page 63 of What Happened on Roslyn Street?
“Stop looking at him like that! Are you sure you haven’t kissed already?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m sure.” I shake off the feeling, plastering on a normal smile as I joinCaldwell at the table.
“I’ll get our drinks,” Margaux says, not bothering with a greeting.
I grimace at Caldwell. “I’m going to apologize for her in advance.”
“Don’t.” He shrugs. “I assume she thinks I’m a murderer as well?”
“Well… Margaux is very protective.” I pause. “And as she constantly points out, I’m a gossip. I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. You thought you were dating a killer, and you had a friend to back you up. It’s strangely thoughtful of you, considering the danger you’re constantly putting yourself in.”
“Thank you… I think.”
“This is going to be a mess to clear up.”
“Margaux will come around.”
“Your friends already hating me doesn’t bode well for our relationship.”
Our relationship.I jump at the word, a quizzical expression briefly flashing across my features. Our relationship has always been a farce—for both of us. He was only pursuing me because his vision told him to. But now, he talks about us like we’re real, and—why do his eyes twinkle when he looks at me?
“Just the singular friend,” I amend, rather than correcting our relationship status. “You only have to worry about Margaux. I only have one friend.”
“You had two.”
I jump, glancing around before my eyes settle on him. “What do you…?”
“Poppy,” he says carefully. “The one you’re avenging. Right?”
I shudder, intrigued by his abilities. “I mean… yeah. Did you…?” I tap the spot between my eyes, unsure how he knows about Poppy.
I haven’t told him anything, and after weeks of his mystery, he seems ready to lay it all out.
“I had a vision?—”
I raise a hand to stop him. “You should wait until Margaux is here. She’ll want to hear this.”
“Please, don’t pretend as if you know what I want to hear.” Margaux slides into a seat, setting a coffee in front of me. She lets out a long, dramatic sigh.
I reach for the hot drink, desperate for something to keep my hands busy. “You will want to hear about this. Caldwell has a vision to share.”
“Right. Tobey said you have the gift of sight?” Margaux watches him over the rim of her mug. “Oracles are rare.”
“I got it from my mother,” he says gravely. “The intuition came first—it was a feeling I had to go to Strode to investigate. I didn’t know what, but… the vision was the odd part. I went to Strode, pretending to enroll, and on the way back to my apartment, I nearly fainted in the streets.”
“And that was when you had the vision?” she asks.
He nods. “It was Tobey, your friend, and you. You were together in one moment, laughing and teasing each other. In the next, your friend was… well, she was gone. It happened on Roslyn Street.”
I freeze. “What?”
Roslyn Street. That’s where they found Poppy’s body.
I’ve spent months obsessing over Roslyn Street, desperate to know what happened… and now Caldwell is here. He’s with us, and he might have more information. I lean in.
“In the vision, the three of you were on Roslyn Street. I remember the sign,” he says. “It was the clearest part of the dream… and then you, Tobey. You were screaming her name.”
