#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, banging against my rib cage erratically. Pain splicing me deep down as my senses piece his words together. A horrible sense of foreboding turning into a full-blown panic attack.
