“What important business do you have on your plate, killer?” I pretend to think about it. Then, still cross-legged next to his chair, I lift my two closed fists and ask, “Which one?” He sits back. “There’s nothing in your hands, Serena.” “Doesn’t matter. It’s all in my head. Choose.” “What the hell is this, now?” He sounds fed up. A little pained. “It’s a game Misery and I used to play growing up. We couldn’t exactly go out shopping and buy presents most of the time, so when we wanted to do something nice for each other…” I show him my fists. “Choose one.” He points at my right. Which is for
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
