Page 115 of Tormented

“You done yet?” His nostrils flare; I’ve angered him by questioning his motives for keeping Abbey shielded from the world around her, from relationships, dating, . . . love.

“For now.”

“Good. Sit down,” King instructs gently. “We’ve got business to talk over, and bickering over a girl that hasn’t got a thing to do with it is pointless.”

I drop back into the seat, having said my piece. He’s right; arguing about her doesn’t help the more important topics at hand.

Like judgment day . . . .

Exactly.

Time’s up, Daddy-O . . . .