Page 35 of Suck This

The man, Pavlov, closed the door behind us, and all of a sudden, I was alone.

Not one single person was in the room with me anymore.

I blinked, turning in a circle to see if I’d missed something, and frowned.

The room I was in didn’t match the outside.

Where the outside was an old plantation house with the huge white columns with white shutters, hundreds of windows—okay, more like eight—and an overall ‘I’m rich’ vibe, the inside was completely different.

Gone was the stuffy ‘I’m rich’ vibe, and in its place was comfort and warmth.

The couch in the corner of the room spoke of ‘man cave.’ Pairing that with the huge bar in the other corner of the room, I realized quite quickly that that was exactly what this was. Constantine’s man cave.

I took a step out of the entranceway and peered down the long dark hallway and frowned.

I didn’t see them there, either. It was like I was alone, and they’d never been there to begin with.

Was I hallucinating? Could they have teleported?

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Come on.”

I jumped and twisted in mid-air, finding myself staring at Constantine. He was holding his hand out for me to come toward him, and I found myself moving before I consciously told myself to do so.

“Where did you go?”

Then I wasn’t in the room I’d been standing in anymore. I was in what looked like an office.

“What. The. Fuck,” I breathed, looking around. How could I be in a completely different room?

There was a large mahogany desk in the middle of the room the size of a small country. In one corner was a row of filing cabinets, and one wall was made completely of glass that overlooked a rolling field. The wall opposite that one looked out over the rest of his office, and it was then that I realized that not only was I not in the same room, I wasn’t even in the same house!

“Sit.”

I blinked, turned to where Constantine was pointing from the edge of his desk and walked stiffly toward the couch that was taking up the single empty wall of his office.

“I’m so fucking confused.” I licked my lips as I felt my ass hit the cool leather couch.

“Sit still. Shut up. Let me figure out what the heck is going on, and then I’ll explain.”

With nothing else to do, I sat there. Lips zipped.

I wasn’t even offended that he’d told me to sit down and shut up.

My mind, however, was racing a mile a minute.

The man had to be a freakin’ teleporter. There was no other reason for me to be in one place one second, and another the next.

Clearly, Constantine had been keeping secrets from the rest of the world.

Then another thought occurred to me.

Constantine, when he’d been in that cell for hours upon hours, didn’t actually have to stay there. He’d chosen to stay there.

He’d remained in his cell, choosing to stay there and let the authorities figure out what was going on instead of leaving and causing a whole lot more uproar than him killing a bad guy would have.

My phone rang in my pocket.

I looked up to find Constantine looking at me.

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