He hadn't changed much, except for the aura around him which had taken on a darker, more sinister tone. Especially his eyes, which reminded me of a venomous snake.
I couldn't fathom why he had become this person. Growing up in the Coleman family, and being treated like a brother by Damon, he should have been much better off than the average person. Yet, he had stabbed Damon in the back.
This was something I truly couldn't understand. In my past life, Jones had quarreled with Damon over a woman, which was at least a reason, Nick, however, was completely inexplicable.
"Long time no see," Nick greeted me with a small smile, his tone suggesting an old friend's reunion. But we could hardly be considered old friends, merely acquaintances.
"Yeah, long time no see. What did you want to discuss today?" I glanced at the cup on the table, already filled with water.
Nick sighed softly, "We're friends, aren't we? Can I call you Eliana like everyone else does?"
