Reeves
The knock on the door makes me halt with a piece of an honorary ornament at midair, another reward that was on its way to crash with the floor, courtesy of my recent frustration tantrum. I put the silver-glass object back on the shelf and cover my face with both hands. I raise my head to the ceiling, inhale deeply, and with closed eyes under the shield of my palms, wait.
No one even knows I moved in, at least not anyone who would drop by for a "friendly " visit, unannounced. Fragments of sentences and words from the conversation with Hunter earlier today spinning through my head add fuel to my colossal mindfuck. The thought about sitting this operation out drives me up the wall. I'd never dream of defying Hunter, though I must admit, the idea is way too tempting. The knocks on t
