Délon City: Book Two Of The Oz Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
Then again he’s paid to think I’m crazy. He asks me for the millionth time if I’ve taken my medication. I ignore the question because I haven’t. It’s none of his business. I didn’t ask to be here. He chews on the end of a Bic pen. His black-rimmed glasses have slipped down to the end of his nose. His brown eyes peer down at me. He asks me if I want to get better. Better than what, I wonder. The man in the white coat tries to look indifferent about my indifference, but he is frustrated. Indifferent people don’t chew on the end of Bic pens. His mind is racing. He’s trying to trick me into talking. He wants me to reveal myself. Get inside my head. I can’t let him. I don’t know who he is. I know who he says he is, but nothing is as it seems anymore. I am the last one. Only I know where the Storytellers are. “The Takers,” he grunts. “Tell me about them again.” I look at him. “That’s right,” he says. “I’m not supposed to say their name,am I?” I smile. He knows he can say their name.
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