The next morning, the tension was thick between them. But not the kind Grace wanted. If will had been cold before, he was glacial now. There was ice in his eyes when he looked at her, and she should freeze whenever he looked at her. She had expected anger, but this was worse. Anger was an emotion. That would have been better than the chilly nothingness he looked at her with.
“Um…” Grace squeaked. “I’m sorry about last night.” Will stared at her. “I was just so desperate to reawaken what we had.” He continued to stare at her. “Please say something.”
“Did you mean any of it?” his voice was frost.
“Any of what?” Grace played dumb.
“I don’t have time for games. Did you mean any of the words you said last night? You know, before you drugged me.”
“Will please… you have to know how sorry I a
