Chapter 40

I heard his sharp intake of air. “Don’t come crying to me when he’s through with you. I won’t wait around for that.”

Why was Vassilios being so nasty? Why couldn’t he have been mature about the whole thing? “Don’t worry,” I said. “I won’t.”

He hung up on me.

Yes, he might have been right about Davinder. Most likely, I’d be used and lied to, and my mind would betampered with.

But sadly, I didn’t care.

7

Bright dots danced at the corner of my eyes. It was time to pull away from the computer and eat something. Earlier, I’d taken a short power nap, but my very critical inner voice had ordered me to notwaste this evening. So I’d brewed some coffee and settled down for a writing marathon.

Time and again, I’d found myself staring at the screen, my fingers quiet on the keyboard, lost in my thoughts. I hadn’t written anything worthy. I was stuck. My main character had decided to give me the silent treatment. Served me right. I deserved this sudden blank—I’d treated Vassilios badly.