I’d never seen the new guy before. Aside from fitting my profile for the Cabal, he had dark, curly hair, light skin, and at least at that moment, a wide smile. He wore an oversized sweater and jeans.
Philo turned back to us. “This is Andronicus. I haven’t seen him in more than two, maybe three hundred years.”
Andronicus nodded to the group of us. “I have been busy this last little while.” Continue reading Crisscross: Part 8