Chapter 62
Cassandra was gaping at him. “Did you…Is Eskandar alive?”
Aiden nodded distantly. “She said he told her he ‘used to be an angel.’ I don’t know what that means.”
“I don’t either, but I know someone who might.” Cassandra wiggled her phone out from beneath the pile of paper, thumbed open her calling app, then glanced up at Aiden. “Where are we going?”
“Eight Immortals,” Aiden said. Shoes. Right. He needed shoes.
“Eight Immortals. Got it.” Cassandra hit Greg’s number and lifted her phone to her ear, grabbing her backpack with her other hand. “I’ll drive. The subway’ll take too long, and you look like you’re about to fall over. Hang on—he’ll probably need some real clothes. I think Greg’s his size.” She disappeared into her bedroom.
“Okay,” Aiden said faintly.