The Woman From Hell

In the room.

He sat by the bed while I sat at the table. The room was too quiet.

I put one hand on the table and looked at him with a sidelong glance. "Tell me, what's got you so unhappy? Is it related to me going back to Salt City?"

Theo took a deep breath, then raised his eyes to look at me. There was a sharpness clearly hidden in his eyes. "Who is that man?"

Man?

Did he hear that voice?

I frowned and was just about to respond when Theo continued, "If you can't remember, I'll help you."

He threw a few photos on the bed after he said that.

His actions were light but very neat.

One photo showed me and the security guard carrying Don. The other was of me helping him into the room alone.

How did he...

my voice. "You sent

they were just there to protect you. I was worried that you wouldn't be safe outside, but I didn't expect to catch you in the act." His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but my ears caught the sarcasm. I sneered. "It is what it is. Why are you

suddenly, and his voice became thicker. "I wouldn't have asked them if I

was thinking of coming

listen," Theo said before I could

I immediately lost the desire to explain anything and

lifted my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "Do you not want to say it or are you still trying to figure

trance, it seemed as if he was back to being his cruel and

his hand, chuckling. "It's been so many years. I didn't expect you to still be

"Okay, since

I'll ask you too. Why are you getting so close to Delia? What did you go to the hospital for? What were you

irony in my tone.

morphed into surprise and then into anger. "Are

can do it, so why

room back at the Western restaurant, but you didn't tell me the

could be seen with naked eyes. His hands were

"You don't trust me."