Contd. from chapter 22.
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"Like What?" Theo said, his eyes were indifferent.
“Like I’m crazy.” Mary's answer was almost in whispers.
He sighed, and the tension left along with the air exiting his lungs. “I don’t think you’re crazy.”
“Yes, you fu*king do,” she forced through gritted teeth. Anger heated her veins and sent blood rushing to her face.
'I am not crazy.' the little voice agreed. The rest of the world could stare at her that way, but not him. He was worse than her, at least he should get her. But he didn’t.
Nobody did.
“I’m taking you home,” he said with a shake of his head. He opened the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out a glass bottle and a syringe. “If you’re truly not going to the police then they need to know you’re not kidnapped.”
Mary's eyes were glued to
