28 Meeting Harry

***POV - Melaena

The house is empty and I fall onto the sofa and fling my legs over the backside. I take my phone from my pocket extremely happy that it seems to have dried out and is working. I message Kiara.

Mel: Where are you bitch? I’m home.

I urgently need to talk to my best friend about Damion’s experiments and hear what she thinks about everything. She answers almost immediately.

Kiara: Late class. Will see you soon. I’ll pick up burgers.

There’s a knock on the door and as I didn’t lock it, I just yell for the person to enter. I glance over the side of the sofa expecting one of my brothers, just to find a total stranger standing in my living room.

He’s around Uncle John’s age with greying dark hair and dark eyes. He has scars all across his face and arms as if he was in a terrible accident. I know I’ve seen him before, but for all the money in the world, I can’t remember where at this moment.