Ariana shoved herself out of her chair and walked across
the room, biting down hard on her tongue to keep herself from tossing any sort of parting shot at Meloni. One wrong word, one angry glance, might give something away.
“See you tomorrow, Miss Osgood,” Dr. Meloni sang in a teasing
voice. “And the day after that . . . and the day after that . . . and the day after that. . . .”
He was still chuckling when the door slammed between them.