My mind whirls through ideas that won’t open me up to a situation I might not be able to extricate myself from.
“I’ll talk,” I say in a rush. “To you, about things.”
Maybe manipulation will get me a step closer to finding a way to destroy you.
He reclines a little more in his seat, making the wood creak from his weight.
“About what?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know. About me, I guess. About you.”
He doesn’t speak for several seconds.
“In my room.”
Frowning, I start to tell him no, that the absolute last place I would willingly go would be to his room. But then a cough silences me.
It’s not a loud cough, but it doesn’t have to be. My gaze returns to the couple standing near the door, their eyes locked on me. Gregory has a hand covering his mouth as if he were intending to muffle the cough
