Chapter Thirty-Nine

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

I was sitting on a carefully neutral couch, staring into the face of a carefully neutral woman.

“What are you thinking?” she asked me. Her voice was, no surprise, carefully neutral.

I was thinking that I hated this place. I was thinking that Seth’s idea of playing by the rules totally bites, especially since it meant meeting with a counselor to see if we’re crazycakes. I’m thinking that this broad could use a little pizazz, like some bright lipstick or highlights in her hair. That made me think of Reed Taylor, which made me think that I hate myself a little bit. And that made me mad, which made me hate everything else. A lot.

“I was thinking about how my motorcycle is in the shop and how grateful I am to my kind brother for letting me borrow his car today. He’s so caring and responsible.”

I tuck my combat boots neatly together and smile demurely at the woman. She almost smiles back but not really.

“Luna, you know why we’re here.”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you tell m