ROARK
“H
ow’d the interview go?”
Leaning on the wall to smirk at Sam as he sauntered out of Julianne’s room, I furrowed my brows when he scowled. Sweeping past me, he shoved his hands in his pockets, and I pushed myself off the wall to follow him to the kitchen.
“You know, if I knew she was going to ask me such well thought out, not bullshit questions, I would’ve prepared better. She asked me about the effects of hallucinogens on the prefrontal cortex while it was in the system and after it’d cleared. Why does a 14-year-old know about the prefrontal cortex? Huh? I was so shocked I told her I was tripping once and thought the toilet was a f*****g monster that wanted to do experiments on me involving sewer rats and toxic waste.” A bark of laughter ripped from my chest, and I clapped my h
