Casper.

His unexpected questions threw me off balance.

I paused briefly, shutting my eyes and searching inwardly for the right answer. But I couldn't place a hand around it.

It wasn't my will to help her. I couldn't explain the feeling, but I knew I was compelled to do so.

“Still thinking?” He chimed in between my thoughts, sarcasm ringing in his voice.

Why was I helping her? I didn't even know her name.

I hated to admit that Raphael was right.

Maybe she was using me, and I could tell she was playing her cards well.

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