Right when I thought I had Desmond all figured out. A strange incident from the past resurfaced. That night, Mason had burned his arm and gotten blocked from everywhere. I wasn’t the one who did it, then who was it? Desmond made it to us and put an arm around my waist. The hostility his eyes were carrying a moment ago had vanished. His face lifted in the most amicable smile as he greeted Mason. “Hi there! You must be Cassidy’s cousin,” Desmond opened up rather strangely. Mason ...