Chapter 35. Missing Her Mate

Back in the Circular Cabinet.

“Hey, are you all right?” Jericho asked and Olive looked up at him.

“Yeah, of course.” She cleared her throat and went to sit on the couch, resting her back and closing her eyes.

“Don't let her words get to you. She's always like that to everybody,” Terry said nicely. She didn't even realizing he had been sitting on that couch before she sat there. She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him.

“Trust me, I've dealt with far worse people than her. She's not even half of what Cynthia is,” Olive chuckled softly.

“Cynthia really hated you,” Jericho said from behind them. All three of them, that is, Terry, Crusoe and Jericho vividly began to remember how Cynthia whipped her mercilessly. While they looked on and laughed at her. Jericho felt very guilty. He had come to like Olive already, but that image of him being happy at her torture made him guilty.

“Who's Cynthia?” Shem asked.

“That bitch who wouldn't stop rubbi