Over

My head turned away from the window and towards her. I forced out my most brazen smile, "Are you jealous, Janice?"

She didn't miss a beat, "For what, Yena?" I smiled again and this time she smiled back. Yes, Sloan has teeth. I like teeth.

We talked back and forth for many minutes. She asked me a question, and I turned it to point it at her, then she turned it back to me. This seems like a useless conversation, but I think we both learn a lot of little things about each other after each exchange. However, I would rather talk to Kudo. That's what I told Sloan.

“It's not unusual, you know. Some abuse victims tend to gravitate towards strong, trustworthy men…like Agent Kudo. They also tend to behave the way their abuser wants them to, especially when the behavior is sexual.”

I feel like she just dipped me in hot oil. "Do not. Don't use that psychotherapy bullshit on me. It was just a damn kiss, not proof of undying devotion. And please remember, I'm not a rape victim desperate for you