Doren laid his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “You want to talk about it?”
“No,” Cooper said, quickly. That was an easy answer. Talking about what he did with the smoke was the last thing Cooper wanted to do. A person shouldn’t talk about some things. One definitely didn’t tell his new boss, a rising king in the industry that one wanted—no, needed—to be part of, that half the time you walked around thinking you were crazy. One sure didn’t tell him that one had spent his childhood listening to voices that weren’t really there. You didn’t tell him that the only way to quiet the mumblings in your head was to numb them out with weed or drown them out with music.
No, sir. You sure didn’t.