Harley opens and closes her mouth.
She’s taking this to heart.
So did I.
My molars grind together. “What kind of piece of shit humans prey on hard-working people? Especially a man his age. Those scammers deserve to be hung from a tree.”
Harley goes as white as a sheet.
A skittering of worry zips through me. “Are you okay?”
She tries to grip the side of the table as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I jump out of my seat.
Chapter 49
This can’t be happening
Harley
Time slows to a stop as Kaz shares Joseph Kozinski’s story.
My tongue goes thick.
No. No, no.
I reach for the table, but my fingers slide through empty air. The room narrows, pressure locking down on my chest, stealing my breath.
I can’t breathe. I can’t?—
Strong arms catch me—solid, unyielding.
Then darkness rushes in.
Chapter 50
Conversation over
Kazimir
Istep inside my bedroom, carrying a tray.
Harley is still curled up in a ball underneath the sheets.
I sigh.
I round the bed.
Sure enough, her eyes are open and she’s staring at the wall, the sparks in her red-rimmed eyes have dimmed to a dull, lifeless shade of green.
I’m at a loss.
I feel so helpless.
Other than not fighting me when I lifted her out of bed, carried her into the bathroom, and soaked in the tub with her, she’s been unresponsive.
I place the tray on the nightstand. “I made your favorite.” I sit on the bed and grab the bowl of mac and cheese. “Your idea of us getting to know each other when we agreed to this fake relationship arrangement came in handy.”
