She nods vigorously. “It feels like all my skin has been peeled off, and I’ve been thrown into boiling water, and there’s a live wire in there, too, so I’m getting electrocuted while I’m being boiled alive. No. No, no, that’s not it. It feels like I’m being suffocated and roasted over hot coals and pushed off a very tall building, all at the same time. It’s awful. It’s the worst! How the hell do you deal with it?”
Now I’m totally confused. “Deal with what, honey? What the heck are you talking about?”
From behind me, Kage says, “Sounds to me like she’s talking about being in love.”
We both look at him. Then we look at each other. Then Sloane says wearily, “Oh, fuck.”
I shout, “Shut the front door! You’re in love with your kidnapper?”
She makes a face. “I mean…maybe? How do you know if
