Chapter thirty eight
The Queen meets the devil
He dumps me on the sofa like a rag doll and I jerk up, ready to fight tooth and nail for whatever sick game he has in mind.
He grabbed me by the chin, and looked at me.
When I say looked at me, I mean he inspected me. He literally jerked my head sideways, up and down, his big hands probably leaving prints on my skin.
When he spoke, the smoke from the m*******a he was probably smoking washes over me.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked, scrunching my nose. Sane Kieran was hard to deal with.
Intoxicated Kieran ? I might as well say my last prayers.
“That should be the least of your worries, sweet.” The smoke blows into my face with every word , but I refuse to let out a cough so my eyes just water and my lungs hurt instead.
"Why have you hac
