Chapter 182
- KILLIAN -
I tap a pen on my desk, sighing each time it collides with table. The gentle thud it makes eases my nerves. Almost like my zippo does.
The open and slam of my door against the wall draws my attention from the pen to the door.
“Calling me at random hours is getting old, don’t you think?” I look at her. She’s standing in front of the door with her hips hung on one side and arms folded across her chest. Asami is wearing a free red dress. She tries to hide it but even I can tell her standing posture is feeble.
Natalie wants something different than I do. Believe it or not but I don’t want Asami dead. She is pretty slow to reasoning but I don’t even know if I should blame her for it because she’s an adult.
“Not talking to me? That’s pretty old too, don’t you think?” She advances forward, each step she takes makes a resounding clonk on the floor due to her heels. Should she be wearing that?
My head has a quick flashback of her body that day in my car. I shake the memory off.
I don’t think so.
I was so blinded with rage at her before but seeing her now coupled with what I saw of her body, the rage subsides and I don’t think it’s a good thing. I tend to get softer when it comes to her.