For the longest time you were confused by Enoch. Bewildered, if you will. It was hard to tell how he felt about you and you hated it. Some days he would love the hell out of you, and others? He wouldn’t spit on you if you were in flames. But today, he’s sitting with you in the library, probably deciding how to treat you that day, weighing that thought over the sounds of your book pages turning.

You look up to see him looking down at you from the seat across from you, a scowl on his ghostly face. He beats you to speaking before you can even part your lips.

“Surprised you haven’t run off with Jake yet.”