Page 111 of Playing with the Devil

He nodded as though that was too easy of a question. “Have you tried considering her?”

“Yes.”

He slightly lifted his chin. “How?”

I scrambled in my brain, desperately trying to find an answer but when one didn’t present itself, I simply got to my feet and fastened my suit jacket.

Ignoring his puzzled state, I headed straight for the door.

“Our session isn’t over yet,” he said right as the door shut behind me.

I didn’t have time for this. Between Nirah’s insinuation and now his—fuck.

I didn’t know, nor did I care that she found out. I’d kept the secret for fourteen years and not Nirah, or anyone fucking else, was going to get me to talk about it. In fact, there’s nothing to fucking talk about.

I entered the parking lot, allowing my car door to slam shut behind me.

My cellphone vibrated in my breast pocket and it took everything inside of me not to smash the damn device.

Pulling it out I swiped my thumb across the screen and lifted the device to my ear without looking at the caller ID.

“What?” I snapped.

“Why’s it so dark? Where are you?”

I looked down at my screen to see a bright smile spread across Sally’s face.

“There you are!” She beamed and I sighed, offering my best smile.

“Hey kid.”

“Whatcha doing…?” she trailed off, shifting on what looked like a kitchen bar stool. Her blonde curls were neatly slicked back into a ponytail—piercing blue eyes staring back at me.

“I was just heading home—”

“Is Nirah with you?” She leaned in as though it would give her a better view of my surroundings.

“No, she’s back at the house.”