Lucianna’s POV

“She’s creepy.” Harley commented as we drank coffee out at the porch. “How long has she been here?”

“One week now.” I sighed. “I keep on asking her why she’s here but she won’t talk. Roscoe won’t be here until later this evening but he told me over the phone that Fhoxia didn’t reached out to him either.”

“It means this messenger has no message to deliver? So, what, just being nosy?”

I scoffed. “Bite me, I don’t know either.”

“And Roscoe ...