Page 88 of Psychopath

Zane grinned. “Okay.”

“Now, back to the word association—”

“Lips.”

Quinn blinked. “What?”

“Word association.” Zane shook his head in mock annoyance. “I thought you’d be on top of this.”

“I start—”

“Cat,” Zane blurted.

Quinn sighed. “Scratches.”

“Stars.”

“Peaceful.”

“Allotment.”

Quinn smiled. “Beans.”

“Pixels.”

“Massive, no—wait.”

Zane pointed his finger at him. “Ha, first one that comes to your mind, and when you think of pixels, you think of the word massive, which means you think my pixelated pen—”

“Zane…”

“Big.”

“Better. Fuck.” Quinn squeezed his temples. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“Big means a better fuck.” Zane smirked. “That’s good to know.”

“Right. We’re ending this game—”

“Birthday.”

“Cake,” Quinn replied.

“Did you have one?”

“I did. The next day when it was stale.”

Zane studied him. “And did you make a wish?”

“Maybe.”

“Did it involve me?”

“You really are an arrogant—”

“You didn’t say no.”

Quinn narrowed his eyes. “It didn’t involve you or the study. Now. Time’s up.”

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