#Chapter176
I’m blanking his presence too and I hope to God it stays this way. Last thing I need when feeling surreal and sleep deprived is an all-out screaming match with Satan.
His phone beeps and he pulls it out to deal with whoever is contacting him, nose down as he reads the illuminated screen in the now dark interior. All his vehicles have heavily tinted windows so it makes it feel like we are in a box or a roomy coffin. This one has a screen between us, and the driver slides it up slowly as the engine starts. I guess they can also feel the hostile vibes between us and are getting out of the firing line.
