CHAPTER 8

　　I move back a little closer, trying not to touch him by placing my hands in my own lap.

　　He gives me an impatient look and clears my throat before opening my mouth. I take myself in hoping my morning breath is not too bad.he lifts the phone, lighting down my throat, then he pulls back and I close my mouth, swallowing painfully.

　　I look up at him, realising his expression is grim, “You look like you have spent the night deep throating razor blades, but you already know don't you ?”

　　The analogt makes me pull a face, but I still nod.

　　“So spend all night coughing, I assume ?”

　　I nod again.

　　He looks like he doesn’t know if he should scream or cry or curse me. Then he says, “I have to very reluctantly admire your dedication. It has to have hurt like hell doing this to yourself, and just to get out of answering my questions.”

　　I give him my best expression of outrage, but feel my cheeks heat up.

　　“What am I to do with you ?”