Chapter TenInferno
“Mistress of Souls? How f*****g pretentious is that?”
The music played at its usual, overloud level. Bodies gyrated on the crowded dance floor. I sat back in the private booth, downing my third or fourth singapore sling. No way was I gonna let Donnie just throw out that title in our little clutch and not laugh at its absurdity.
“So, what does she do?” I said. “Promise you an experience to sell your soul?”
A few others laughed, those that were close enough to hear over the music. Donnie heard too but he didn’t laugh, at least not like the others. His was a lot shorter and more grim.
“I’d expect something like that from you,” he said. “Y’know, Taylor, you’re so jaded I really wonder if there’s anything you believe in.”
I don’t know, but Donnie’s comeback kind of stun
