She eyed him inscrutably. Her black and scarlet hair was in graceful curtains around her face, which Jonah found surprising, but then he understood. She wore her hair down to cover the bruise on her throat area.
Jonah braced himself. He should have just stayed in Liz's bedroom.
“I'm curious,” said Reena in a slow, scratchy voice, “as to why you are avoiding me, too.”
Jonah stared.
Reena raised her eyebrows. “Well?”
“I, um, wasn't thrilled about you tearing me out a new one as well,” admitted Jonah.
“I wasn't going to do that,” said Reena with narrowed eyes. “I was merely wondering how has distracting yourself with other aspects of your life been working for you.”
“So you don't think that I'm a subhuman man-w***e?”
“Of course I don't,” scoffed Reena. “What I would like, though, is t
