Chapter Seventeen
The silence is excruciating. I can see the indecision on her face, and it’s killing me, though I know it’s my own fault it’s there. My own fault she isn’t sure about me, about whether she can trust me. The trouble is, there’s nothing else I can say to convince her—I’ve well and truly laid my cards on the table, put my heart on my sleeve. Now all I can do is wait for her to decide.
If I were the religious sort, I’d be praying right about now. Not that God would help me, anyway. Not with the s**t I’ve pulled in the past. Lucifer’s more likely to turn up and give me a round of applause.
Carrie pulls her hand from beneath mine. My heart sinks right into my shoes, through the soles, into the carpet, and plummets down through the bowels of the building and lands with a splat
