“I’m John Dillinger. I rob banks.”
Jade Chan, eleven, was a little stunned at first, but then recovered, smiling.
“That’s where all these people keep their money,” he added, smirking.
Jade replied, “Why’d you tell me that? You could’ve made up a story.”
“I’m not going to lie to you,” he purred.
“That’s kind of a serious thing to tell someone, especially a girl my age,” Jade remarked.
“I know you,” he purred in reply. His dark chocolate eyes, it seemed, were enchanting her, putting her under some kind of spell.
Namely, his spell.