Laikani

‘Oh God.’ You couldn’t believe this was happening. ‘This is insane.’ You thought. ‘This is extremely, undeniably, ineffably, irrefutably, in-fucking-sane.’ “We’re here, miss.” ‘Dammit!’ “Thank you so much. Uh, here, keep the change.” “Thank you, ma’am!” The cab sped off. You felt like you were going to be sick. It’d been six months since you’d ‘sold yourself’ to James Moriarty. Six months of hand wringing, nail biting, insomnia, and jumping at the sound of a pen drop. You couldn’t stop obsessing over what h