THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA
She was planning to extend this, to make it a morning.
Her brow furrows slightly. “I thought… I thought we could have breakfast.” Her voice is tentative, a touch of uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She takes a hesitant step into the room, the tray held out like an offering.
The weight of it all crashes down. The wasted time. The distraction. Luca and Natalie are plotting something. Liam Conall is still out there, possibly slipping further from my grasp with every minute I spend here.
“Look,” I start, my voice rougher than I intend. I rake a hand through my hair. “I… I’m sorry.” It’s inadequate, pathetic even, but it’s all I’ve got. “Last night… It was a mistake. A fucking huge mistake.”
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