“This is quite the deal you’ve constructed. You should try your hand at being a Demon.”
The scruffy man across the table from me laughed in a tired way. “A tempting idea, but not one I’m interested in, ma’am.”
“Sylana. No need for such formalities. You’re certain this is what you want?”
He shook his head, sadness behind the exhaustion. “I’m not certain of much these days, ma...Sylana. I got associates I thought was friends. They think I don’t know what they gots planned for me. They ain’t too good at keepin’ their voices down when they been drinkin’ and think they’s alone.” His laugh held no humor.
Read MoreWe tapped our foot rapidly while we listened to the man across from us in the circle of patients. We had lost track of the number of hours we had been in this accursed group therapy. We were fairly certain the therapist had purposefully made us the last to speak. We were trying to hold our temper, but it was a losing battle.
"That's when the bird spoke to me and told me about God's plans for me."
Read MoreI closed my eyes as I hung up the phone. It was only luck that Cara hadn't changed her number in the years since I disappeared on her. I guess it was good I hadn't changed mine either. I was surprised she hadn't just deleted my number after all this time.
I forced myself into a sitting position and leaned against one of the long-abandoned machines in the warehouse. I tried to assess my wounds, touching my aching head and coming away with blood coating my hand.
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