He cocks his head. “I don’t recall giving you a notebook. I certainly don’t remember granting you allowance for any possessions, either.” “I brought it with me.” My voice catches. “Now you’re lying.”
“What do you want from me?” I panic. “That’s a stupid question, Juliette.” The soft sound of smooth metal slipping out of place. Someone has opened my door. Click. “Get your hands off of her before I bury a bullet in your head.”
