Chapter 147

One month into our agreement, and I’m about ready to kill Vance with my bare hands. He seems to be having a grand old time torturing me. It’s a Saturday morning, and I’m peacefully wrapped up in my bed, having an incredibly happy dream. That is, of course, until I feel something tickle my nose. I stir in my sleep and moan, snuggling into my pillow, drifting off to sleep again. Not even five second