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...

coloring my voice. "You sent someone to

safe outside, but I didn't expect to catch you in the act." His voice was neither soft nor heavy,

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

directly. I was thinking of coming back and explaining it to you face

Theo said before

to explain anything and just looked

man got up and walked in front of me. He lifted my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "Do you not want to say it or are you still trying to figure

a trance, it seemed as if he was back to being his cruel and ruthless self in the

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

"Okay, since

close to Delia? What did you go to the hospital for? What were you two checking, huh?" I asked back with confusion and anger on my face. There was also a

irony in my tone.

once sharp eyes slowly morphed into

do it, so why can't I?"

Western restaurant, but you didn't tell me the truth. Of course, had to

His hands were clenched into fists,

"You don't trust me."