She seems shocked that I’d dare cross her like this. In my predicament, it’s certainly not the smartest thing to do. But I can’t let other people get hurt because of me.
“What?” she snaps. “It’s not like anyone would miss him.”
“I didn’t come here to kill, Petra,” I hiss. “I came here to help. So let me help.”
Something in my words must get through to her, because I watch her mask of ice crack just a little deeper. “And how are you planning on doing that?”
It’s a stupid question: of course Petra doesn’t trust me. She kidnapped me. She held me at gunpoint. She forced me to come up with a plan to steal millions in diamonds, risking my freedom in the process.
So why is a part of me still hoping she’ll say yes?
Petra’s expression shutters. The cold seeps back in, turning everything to fr
