#Chapter323

“It’s not working, is it? Nothing I do or say; it won’t fix it.” He drops his hands between his knees, lowers his head and runs his fingers through his hair in agitation, scratching his scalp for a second before sitting up properly and I just hold my breath. A little shell-shocked by this response to getting here. I expected a tornado or a pissed Carrero with punishment on his mind. Not this calm, quiet version who seems like he has just had enough.

Of me.

“What do you mean?” I ask shakily, my nerves jumping around inside my stomach and my heartbeat starts bouncing out of my chest,...