“How do you do that?” he asked, crinkling his dark brows at me. “Do what?” I slid my feet into my shoes. “Know what I’m going to say?” “You always ask me that,” I pointed out. “And my answer is?” I strode to my door with him following. We stepped into the hall, and the door clicked and locked behind us. “That you just do what the voices tell you to.” He rolled his eyes, making me smirk.
